Tempus Immitis
Where’s Grandaddy?
Come on darling, stay with me
Grandaddy’s dead, sweetie.
Are you sure this is okay?
From our old chains we now are free
Come on. Let me. Don’t be scared.
What about school, mom?
Come on darling, bring me love
Honey, we can’t afford to send you there anymore.
I won’t. I won’t read a single book, I won’t!
It is myself I’m thinking of.
Yes, yes, your dad was telling you the truth.
What’s the diagnosis?
Come on darling, hold my hand
You have generalized anxiety disorder.
Mom, mom, I want to die.
I don’t want to wander this weary land.
We’ve decided to take you out of school.
Do you think so?
Teach me darling, how to sing
You can go back. It’s okay.
Wait, tell me what about him?
And promises to my feet bring.
Oh yeah. He meant to tell you he’s with her now.
There’s Cassiopeia- no, that’s Draco, not the right time of year, and Ursa Major, follow the arm, point the hand, there! Polaris. Sirius. Bellatrix. Betelgeuse.
Come on darling, and my heart
I can’t see all the things you see.
What is it, Dad? What’s wrong?
For good or worse will be your part.
Ethan Jensen is dead.
I want to know if you know, and if he knew, while he was here.
Come on darling, tell me true
He wouldn’t tell me directly. He liked to tease me in this way.
I HAVE NOTHING LEFT COME BACK TO ME!!!
And sing to me from the far-off blue.
I don’t need you to love me. I don’t need a future. I already have one.
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