In the night you lean Over the baby, to make sure it’s okay
The baby wakes terrified A dark animal shape looms
From the fear within you Modeling itself in the child
The only way out of possession To dispossess your thought, you remember
You’ve been so baked you couldn’t stand No one ever mentioned the crystal THC
With which they’d laced the pot Those nights were long affairs
Watching the submarine calm of the ceiling In the extra bedroom
Watching fire light flicker on the tent flap Listening to everything speak your name