poems of guilt: an ambivalent play.

                           ACT I / Rea

conscio:     [to 'Ret, who is off stage] It was somewhere between the glorious trinity of my parents' Alanis Morissette, Nirvana Unplugged and Hootie & the Blowfish CDs that I found I Was Depressed. And once I'd found it, it followed us home and didn't leave us alone. Lost like a black pup it clung to its new master and we would never lose him again.

[turns to face audience]

conscio:     He grew to a terrible, slobbering violence, though mostly we sat and weighed down the room with his and my silence; and when he'd play, he'd terrify the passersby, white fangs on drooling white display. and when he breathed, oh did he breath like hell, he was a breathing deadweight and Nothing could stand it because Nothing was tired and paper; I was Nothing the Paper Girl, not waving but flagging, not standing but lying underneath heavier paws and never had I seen deadlier claws at my wrists and pointed to my temple; I was somewhere between.

 

                          ACT II / Mi Sunder

conscio:     The only way One can know empathy is to feel exactly what the other does

conspiri:     Well that's wrong - how will One empathise with the dead now?

conscio:     Who says the dead need our empathy?

conspiri:     Of course they do - they are not living, we need know what that is like because we are human and humans die and they need to know that we are

still

thinking of--

conscio:     [She takes a gun to her head

                   To feel something for the dead.]

                               FIN.