If I wrote it down: The Decameron
Decamp at dawn to our rooms: A private field
Standing apart - fables from a lighted house in the dark
Seven virtues and three fools
Lord I'm so afraid (I'm so afraid)
Of Edith dying (what would it take?)
Housekeeping in isolation
Don't want to live through history no more, no more
When I emerged I was covered by the earth
The parking deck was full of rotting flowers
There is a river - shimmer - threading illness back to the past
Seven planets and three stars
Lord I'm so afraid (I'm so afraid)
Of Edith dying (what would it take?)
Housekeeping in isolation
Don't want to live through history no more, no more