Dad often brings seeds and bulbs down to the basement
I once asked why and he told me about the heavenly garden down below,
graced by an angel he met years ago

He said it all would wither if talked about

Drinking perfume in the night
with my lover
He's not real, not here
he wants me to join him
I pray the fumes will soon
end me here and
bring me there

You're a fool, you know
Painting your pills red and
saying they give you the ultimate knowledge

Lay me to rest in the attic
Lace cobwebs and buttons,
the spiders will provide my attire
It'll be just like
the dress I wore at our wedding
Except this time
you'll kiss me goodbye