I am Building a House

I am building a house
But it has no salt for melting the outside
I am laying these floors to splint me with splinters and line me with turpentine
Cause these were days when
I couldn't think to make it another way

I am building a house
But it has no ceiling or attic or basement
I am painting the walls with dirt from by fingers and spit up from old loves
Cause these were nights when
I couldn't think to make it another way

I am building a house
And life will be quiet with no interruptions
I am heating the rooms when I'm bending to please you with mouth open wide
And something on the riser's rotting
And something on the walls is peeling
When you are in my insides
And you are in my insides

I am screaming a name
Cause I couldn't think to say in another way