from TWA: A MASQUE
ON THE OUIJA BOARD
| Who’s there ART Who are you I FIX I break IF ICE BREAKS I break WHATS REAL I’m real NOT I am NOT REAL Who am I GONNY |
PRINCE AND GINNY AND AGINNY
Prince: I love you so rarely, but how do you love me? Wait, let me.
Count. Let me, count the waist. The twenty odd rings.
Aginny: As the moon love the star; as the salt love the ground;
as the wound love the fly; as the thorn love the flesh; as the bubble love
the blood.
Prince: I love you so rarely, but how do you love me?
Ginny: As a mite upon the land, my love
Prince: And if an earthquake swallowed you?
Ginny: In a doorway I’d withstand, my love
Prince: And if I throw you in the sea?
Ginny: With my love I’d build a boat of cream
And paddle us Away, my love
Prince: The bottom’d break, I’d wish it so—
Ginny: We’d both drown in excess of love
—my Love!
AUBADE (PRINCE'S SONG)
(Prince smoking a cigarette and Aginny underycovers. The sun glares in the windowpanes.)
Oh no (In the ceiling, mirror What moonlight’s tricksy fingers It’s all I can do to drag O/ur exit, sans |
SKIPPING SONG
(Jumping rope; fuming)
| Say, say, my play- Mate, say, say, my enemy My little angry bangry Fiddlehead My name is nickel Work your hoodoo |
AGINNY'S SONG
(Holding tightly handed and skipping down a rocky path)
Down to the well, Ginny Whistle bird o’clock, chimes the walls. Bend over, I can’t see the sun. She wobbles as. Ginny, let your hair roll down. I can’t see the stars hang down and cry. And they cry, don’t you feel like? Comin’ round the back/bend_own, I can’t seethes_undressing. Down to skin, chaste langues, smooth and newed, tipple over bony protrusions. Paddle in the water, Ginny |
Hard to see and canna tell. Hush. Clutch hard on moonlight’s fingers, what might be. Sullen swimmer in the gravel, eyes and nose and buttocks cut and weeping blood. Washed well in the dirty. Flies in the buttermilk sing, I’ll get another one prettier then you can tell me where.
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