Roots In The Attic

My baby’s in my blood

And in you

And where we are

And what the wind blew sideways

And backwards

Here by the ocean

I’ve got murderous urges

I’ve got murderous urges

There’s lead in the water that we drink

And in the paint on the ceiling chipped off and falling

There’s rats in the attic

I’ve got murderous urges

I’ve got murderous urges

This land is mine full of poison

Inhaled in corners of my home

Seeds were thrown

There are no weapons so we can’t fight

What grows inside me

Is it alive?

Rats in the attic