Duet for Man Woman Birth Death Infinity and St. Louis #10
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Woman
Do you know what it’s like to be here all day.
Just here.
Just me.
Man
It’s better than-
Woman
Don’t say. I know some places you’ve been.
Man
It’s Friday. Isn’t it.
Woman
Was he good’
Was he fine and young, nearly hairless?
A rookie sailor?
Man
It’s Friday.
Woman
Was it a tea room scene?or did you use the car?
Of course you drove down 12th St. Tell him to call,
real late at night. some time past my awakeness, so you
can whisper to him of the taste of his honey?
Man
You know, you could find solace elsewhere.
There’s at least three who would-
Woman
And you’ll stand at his door ‘gain
plea in hand again
beg and de mand again
almost as though-
you could
breathe
love
Man
Strange White Female, history of suicide attempts and
jagged crying seeks Straight White Male to support her and
keep her a live. Contact PO. Box 490193-A.
At Midnight. With a frog’s wing.
Woman
Or I could go back to St. Louis.
They loved me there.
Man
All your theys are dead.
Or, unfortunately, not yet so.
Woman
I would find new ones.
they would be for me.
Strong men who do not use words
for their swords.
Who are not broken
in so many places.
Man
You would be in within a week.
Or, no, do they have a charity ward there, where
you haven’t spewed your words, yet.
Between a fierce old bag Madelyn and a radical wino
g Spouting Trotskey and tales of old Me hi cho
Rosa Luxembourg
Che and Jim Morrison’s death
Better than a half-life here.
Pass the wine
Woman
Dare me to go.
Do you dare me to leave you right out of my life.
Man
Do as you will.
But easy.
Do not slam doors.
I hate it
when you slam doors.
Woman
You don’t think I’ll leave you
Stab you with my leaving
Man
Do leave me a dress or two.
Woman
And why do you stay?
Man
It’s someone to do.
| Woman | Pass the wine. Pass the god damn wine. |
Revision-Bob Small-08/05/83
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