"What does the audience want to hear?"
"Is it exquisite?" someone asks.
Though I can't see the faces beyond the spotlight.
"Like fingers, fresh from picking fruit, smearing their touch
over a body, longed for all afternoon?"
"No. I could hardly write words that sensual." I reply.
"No. This will be much more rough, like chewed fingernails raking
at my skin during love making."
The audience is silent.
"It begins with the name of a girl."
Thursday, June 30, 2005
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Act 1 Scene 1?
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