I think this is a play... or a piece... of some sort When I was little, I'd spend hours coloring - Inhaling the smell of crayons and pursing my lips together as if controlling my mouth would somehow better help me control my hands. There were several things I would draw - over & over 1. A dog. This was no ordinary dog. No - Someone, somewhere, someday - Taught me how to draw a dog starting with only the #5 on the page. You'd write the number 5 and then use the pieces of that 5 to draw the dog. You'd use the curve of the 5 as the snout And, well, the dog would have to be wearing a baseball cap because the top of the 5 would serve as the brim. It would look something like this: And then there's the house This stupid perfect house With it's dumb window sometimes round, sometimes square a window far too large to be proportional to the house This stupid perfect imperfect house And it always purple or blue with it's stupid picket fence and it's stupid stone walkway that leads you to the door with it's stupid green grass and it's stupid 2-dimensional birds - that are really just lowercase "m's" or "w's" hiding in the skies amongst the cotton candy clouds that only truly exist in Texas And that stupid chimney that I always drew far too realistically for that stupid stupid house - the house equivalent of "stick figures" with it's simple lines and it's disfigured cartoon shape And perhaps something in the window or someone and that door that stupid stupid door how I dreamed of going through. A cloud
and thunder and a sky the rain & grass & the smell of crayons & five-pointed stars shamrocks and rainbows turkeys that looked like hands and macaroni that wasn't supposed to be eaten popsicle sticks used as bricks and tiny photos cut out and pasted in the center of a ceramic wreath that made grown women cry and every day it would hang on the tree or the fridge or they'd pin it right into the wall and they'd collect the stains of the kitchen splatter or they'd hide in an attic waiting to be revealed in a manila envelope never sealed Play, play, play Hey – what you say, say, say? What you want, just name it I’ve got the game, so just play it Pick your price, and I'll say it Play, play, play Hey – what you say, say, say? Roll the die, and I’ll count it Check the board, and I’ll mount it Play, play play, Hey – what you say, say, say? Okay, baby, now King me, It's okay, you can Queen me, Don't you know the Queen's higher, Just to deal with the fire? Hey, hey, hey, Now what you say, say, say? Jack it up And I’ll pack it up You know me I’ll bag it up 6-9 Don’t play me 7-8 just save me Hearts, spades, no aces No cases baby, no faces Can’t claim you did it with no traces Please, detective, just listen – Laid down my cards, and he stole my crown Pretended to love me by going down Found a way to get into my town I was a building, but I’m falling down That’s why they call him "Sky Scraper" Ripping suns up like paper Saying I'll see you later Not a heart, but soul breaker Killing acre by acre No more land left to savor "Here, just sign this paper." My (current) life in a few words:
Me: "That's a great way to get into prison. It's not as fun as you think." Student: "Why did you say that, Miss? What do you mean? Have you been to prison?" Me: *mysterious silence* -- Me: Would you mind ____? Student: Yes, Miss, I do mind. Me: Ok. *moves to next student* --- Student: Honestly, Miss, I'll just take the zero. And sometimes, I feel like I want to sleep forever. Not because I'm sad or don't want to live. Because I just want to sleep. And I still place my left palm against the wall and press And I wonder who presses back Shhhhh
I forgot to write it down
to capture it to capture a picture of it a drawing some outline of your face your smile the way you breathe at night when your head lies against my chest I forgot to write it down your smile in the night as you feel that perfect peace that perfect harmony in my arms as you feel at ease like nothing could erase this feeling that you have as I lie awake and I watch you dream as you sleep I lie awake and wonder how it got so good how I got this far how the universe brought us here in an invisible car how I used to want to disappear how I waited year after year how I am so so glad, so glad that we are here
But what if you CAN?
And I hope you never grow tired of how many times I tell you, "I love you."
Because...I love you. Recent Works:
Be sure to check me out wherever you find your podcasts in the Strange Fantasy Show's recent episode, "The Children." I play the character "Desmona."
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WHAT if you could have everything you ever wanted?
What IF you could have everything you ever wanted? What if YOU could have everything you ever wanted What if you COULD have everything you ever wanted? What if you could HAVE everything you ever wanted? What if you could have EVERYTHING you ever wanted? What if you could have everything YOU ever wanted? What if you could have everything you EVER wanted? What if you could have everything you ever WANTED? Well, if you won't do it then I will.
*deep breath* I believe in you. I believe in you. I believe in you. I. Believe. In. You. Believe in you too. |
About the Author:Amy Abrigo is an actor, director, writer, and much more currently living in her hometown of San Antonio, Texas. Archives
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