from The Invention of Monsters /
A Performance in One Act
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After sex, a world without music. Doll parts, tough hair, tiny fingers. I do some magic but nothing disappears. It's a nightmare in which people finally understand one another. I look at the audience and I am the audience. The world is sick, the baby is sick. Real humans rise out of context. I exist anywhere. I am not who I was supposed to be. I am the mailman. I am footless. I am the red dress girl, neither home nor missing.
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A face in the dark is the size of the dark. The stranger is dangerous because of what she knows. The world overtakes the world. Smoke rising from a cup of tea, airplanes flying low. To make nothing, I draw a circle around a given space. Stars are a thin line and we see a thin line. A knife, if sharpened. It's not unlike goodbye. An elephant drifting on the ocean floor.
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Cowboy's boots but no cowboy. A baby for breakfast. I don't know why and why should I have to. I'm alive in a similar bathtub. I'm mouthing all the words. My father is so proud and he tells me so. My despair smells like buttered popcorn. I follow a map which is my finger pointing back. I grow up and ghastly. Birds caught in a concrete wall.
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Everything hurts when I am young. You have mistaken me for someone else. The legs are not my legs, the face I shave etc. The doctors move their mouths as if wanting to speak. The touch of a stranger's hand. It's the same carnival minus the bear sex. A family we all belong to, playing house without the house. If you'll be the girl, I'll be the girl. I am measured by the length of a knife. I am sorry for the things I've done.
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