Bathtown - Emily Rose

From her sixth floor apartment

Sweet Virginia sews

The perfect parachute

From her husband’s old clothes

With her hairspray strong as elastic

She blueprints carefully

A second honeymoon

Within her center of gravity

She gave him three bashful girls

And always packed his lunch

When he came home with leftovers

She came down with a chronic hunch

Her babies made more babies

Then forgot her like a dream

Three more years in a bathtown just might wash Virginia’s conscious clean

Life has been no cakewalk

For Walter roam around

He watched miracles from the bluest eyes in town

He’ll sleep along the river’s edge

'Til the police make him leave

They’ll burn the innocent to protect what they believe

He gave up a life of gold mining

To collect something worth more

So he studied quantum physics till he found an unconcealed trapped door

He drinks until he’s forgotten he ever had a dream