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