I brought a chair to the hanging Four rotten little legs Maybe it holds There’s a wet god in the wall crouched up big and tall Mother says, “Don’t feed it after midnight.” I don’t feed it at all Rotten wood Rotten wood Step where you love me See if it holds I wore a blue shirt to the flood just trying to fit in It fits me well You said the house was only settling I heard it grind its teeth You slept soundly through the shaking I woke up underneath I am not your animal I am the room Rotten wood beneath the bed little black orchard in my head Shake the tree Shake it hard Nothing falls Nothing falls I drove a nail into the floor to keep the night from moving By morning it had climbed the wall By noon it started blooming Rotten wood Rotten wood Step where you touched me Feel it's cold I am not your animal I am the chain Rotten wood beneath my feet little black orchard growing deep Shake the tree Shake it hard Something falls Something falls Four rotten little legs One empty chair It holds
