There’s something in the next room.
It’s softly calling out your name: it’s
A little stranger or a friendly secret
Or it’s angry please don’t touch it.
From the window you cast doubt
Like shadows under a tree branch
Shifting patterns on the dewy grass.
There’s something in the backyard.
It’s digging up the garden flowers.
It’s tracking the mud in your kitchen.
It’s smashing your heirlooms and
It’s calling your name go answer it.
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If it was a boat you’d be sinking.
But it’s not a boat it’s your house
You can’t just paddle your way out.
There’s something in your bedroom
It’s sitting on your side of the bed.
It’s taking all of the warm covers.
It’s taking your house and calling
Your name over and under your house.
Your name, called over. Your name
Called over your name. Called over
Your name over and under the house.
the honey house 