And the last thing I'd recall
Her body standing on the stove
Sandy wiping her grey eyes

I was pleased and frightened
To see a grownup woman cry
She blamed her housemaid for her mind

But I think that they all knew it had to happen some time

I had rushed home from school

To see my favorite show
And as it happened, it was deadly cold that day
And as I peeled my mittens frozen to my wrists with snow

I swore I heard a voice come from the living room
And say:
"Oh...God

Oh...God
Oh...well..."


And when I peered into that room
My little afternoon took sick
Sandy hanging from the light

Her Levis wrapped around her neck

It was a sight to see

Old Sandy finally seeing me
And though she couldn't speak
I had a sinking feeling that she would have said:

"Oh, darling....more mascara"

She looked so peaceful in the air

The lightbulb shining in her hair
Her face was free
It frightened me

She looked happy
I guess she found the difference


And I thought about the joke
Where the man keeps up his rotting wife
She had maggots in her mouth

I wonder if what she thought right now

And then the car drove up

And then the car drove up
And I remember sleeping
And I remember sleeping...


And they wrapped her up and drove away
And now I have this crazy fantasy...


What if Sandy died in front of me?