it was too much drama for me. maybe because i think contortions of the face are funny. maybe because i think staring at a person do everything they can think of to keep my attention for more than a second is funny. and maybe there are only so many things that you can do with the body before you need props. and maybe your body is a prop. limited by your range of motion. my range of motion when i turn my head to follow you stage right and stage left and then upstage. in truth, even though i pan slowly left and right. my eyeballs are not as slow. you hover over your place in the space and i am wondering when this will be over and why i am afraid to offend if i laugh. why i am afraid to respond to your piece with anything more or less than two hands clapping when the lights fade to black. i don't know what you were trying to tell me. i don't know what you were trying to tell me. i only remember how your purple dress with the tropical leaves reminded me of the shorts my mother used to wear every single time we had a barbecue outside at the old house. I was ten, no eleven, no twelve, she got them from some really cheap discount store. they were summery. i know where there is a picture. and i found those shorts a couple of years ago in the basement. i was twenty, no twenty-one, no twenty-two and i wanted to wear them, but the elastic was worn and they kept dropping to my ankles. so i wear them to bed. and i wake up with them around my ankles. i know how to sew. but i am not going to fix them. i decided to give them to the less fortunate. the less fortunate who could use a pair of shorts that would drop to their knees. maybe their stomach can hold them up. and when they lose their stomach. a dust rag. i know that you reminded me of a bird. your stature gawky. an ostrich maybe. and i image that is why you cut your hair so short. a head of feathered dark brown that crowns your face. a prop. and you wailed. not like a sax. not like a trumpet. like someone losing their voice. because no one will listen. and i wanted to laugh. because i was. not i have no voice either. to be continued....
