gina bonati
Cantaloupe
ONE, OH and WEE
A ‘prepared’ cantaloupe. A knife, juice, stage blood, a mermaid, a small army or what might be imagined inside a melon.
ONE
Break it.
OH
Crack it.
ONE
You.
OH
You do it.
ONE
You.
OH
Fucking break it.
ONE
You.
OH
It’s broken.
ONE
Yes.
OH
Break it.
ONE
It’s broken.
OH
Again. Break it again.
ONE
You.
OH
Fine.
ONE
Here. Give it. Give it here.
OH
Does it hurt?
ONE
It did.
OH
No more?
ONE
No. Should it?
OH
Yes.
ONE
Forever?
OH
No, idiot. It will die.
ONE
When?
OH
Cut it open?
ONE
What? With?
OH
Here. Give it here.
ONE
Why?
OH
Hand it.
ONE
Why? Why should it die?
OH
Here. Kill it.
ONE
Why? I will.
OH
Here.
ONE
It’s sharp. Oh. I’m bleeding.
OH
Be careful.
ONE
It’s sharp.
OH
It’s sharp.
ONE
Be careful.
OH
Who cares? There!
ONE
Oh. It’s bleeding.
OH
There!
ONE
Go around. All around its perimeter.
OH
Through its axis is best.
ONE
If you think.
OH
There!
ONE
Oh.
OH
That’s a great deal.
ONE
Juice.
OH
That’s its blood.
ONE
What’s all that?
OH
The color is amazing.
ONE
Like blood.
OH
Oh yes.
ONE
Pretty. Really very pretty. Pretty.
OH
Like blood.
ONE
What is that?
OH
…..so purple.
ONE
….and all that orange. Oh. I know. I know it!
OH
Seeds.
ONE
Its seeds. Yes.
OH
…to propagate.
ONE
If it could. But no more.
OH
Of course it can.
ONE
It’s dead.
OH
So?
ONE
Oh?
OH
Of course. Unless? Are its seeds dead too?
ONE
Dead and broken.
OH
Broken and hurt.
ONE
Hurt and beaten.
OH
Beaten and destroyed.
ONE & OH
Done.
ONE
Finished.
OH
We did it.
ONE
It’s beautiful.
OH
One. It hurt.
ONE
It hurt a lot.
WEE
I’ll say! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
ONE & OH
Ow!
WEE
Ow!
ONE
Ow!
OH
Ow!
WEE
Stop!
ONE
Oh?
OH
Ow!
WEE
Now!
ONE
Wait!
OH
Stop!
WEE
Yes.
ONE OH
What is that? Who are you?
WEE
Me.
OH
Who?
WEE
Me.
OH
What is me?
WEE
Me.
ONE
What the fuck is me?
WEE
Kee. Kee. Me Keewee.
ONE OH
Oh Jesus! Oh God!
WEE
No. Kee Wee. I’m Kee Wee.
ONE
Right.
WEE
Hello?
OH
Oh God!
WEE
No. Me. I’m it.
OH
Jesus Fucking Christ!
WEE
Me.
ONE
I thought it was dead.
OH
It is dead.
WEE
No.
OH
Shut up!
WEE
No. No. No. No. No. Not dead. No. I’m me, Kiwi. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
ONE
You’re dead!
OH ONE
Shut up! You’re dead!
WEE OH
No, no, no no, no, no, no no! You’re dead!
ONE WEE
You’re dead. Shut up! No, no, no. I am not dead!
WEE
I am not dead. I am not dead. I am here. Here I am. Here. I am living. I want to be here.
ONE
Kill it.
WEE
Hello.
OH
I did. It’s dead.
WEE
Hello.
ONE
You’re dead.
WEE
Hah!
ONE & OH WEE
You’re dead! No!!!!
ONE
Clean it at least. It’s covered in blood.
OH
Juice.
ONE
Take it and clean it.
OH
You.
ONE
You said you destroyed it.
OH
You said you killed it.
ONE & OH
You said!
WEE
I want to be here.
OH
Go!
WEE
I want to be here.
OH
Please go.
WEE
I want to.
OH
We worked very hard to kill you. Go. Please. Please go.
WEE
I am not dead. I am not. I am here.
OH
Please go.
WEE
Here.
ONE
You are dead. You are not here.
WEE
I am not. I am. I am here. I am not dead. I am here. I am not dead. Not. If I was dead you couldn’t say it. I am here to hear so I am not. Not dead! Not. You talk and talk. You carry on. You are not. You are! You are not! Not, not, not! I am living! Look at me. Me. Look how pretty. How lit up. I am living. I am living so there!!! You are the nots. Not, not, not, not, not!!! Never. Not. No. Never did. Won’t. Don’t. Don’t love. Don’t want. Didn’t. Did not. No, no, no, you say. I don’t, you say. I never did, you say. I never have. I never will,. I never was. You say no, no, no. you never say I am. I will. I do. I do. I do. I will. I care. I am. Look at me! I am. I do. I will. I was. I always was. I will. Always I will. I am. I am. I am here. Look at me! Look. Look. Look how pretty. How lit up. Me. Me. Me inside a cantaloupe. Pretty, pretty me. Look, berries and roses and pretty things. Look, I bleed! I am alive. Look, seeds! Look, my blood is like paint. Look, seeds. Seeds and look, fibers!. I am green and red and purple and and I move and I am your heart. I am your beauty heart. Your life. Your broken heart. I am alive. I am your destroyed heart. I am you locked away. I am your eaten heart. I am here. Look at me. Me. See me? See? I am alive. Still. See? I am here. Me, me, me, me. Me, a little kiwi fruit inside a cantaloupe? Little pretty me. I am living. See? Touch me. I live. Touch your heart, your broken eaten, destroyed heart. I live here. I am here. I want to be. I want to do. I want to will. I want. I will. I have. I did. I do. I am. Here. I am here. See. I am here. Here I am. Here. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me.
the end
LOKHIOS
Mother - a woman
Child - a boy
The afternoon into evening. A kitchen. A working oven. The child and mother are making cookies. They cut the dough with cookie cutters in various shapes including a dog and a house. The paint the cookies with colors of icing, seeds and sprinkles. The decorations are in jars, small bowls and/or dishes. Accessible. Not in plastic bags.
CHILD
…..green green green, no orange. Orange orange. Yellow. Yellow lello lello blue pink brown brown red orange greeeeeeen blue. Blue.
MOTHER
…and today? What’s your favorite color today?
CHILD
Blue.
MOTHER
Why?
CHILD
Why? Cause the sky. The sky is blue. Blue and yellow and red, red, orange, lello, blue, blue. Blue. What color is your favorite, ma?
MOTHER
Today?
CHILD
Today. Today, today, today. Tomorrow. Today. No, yesterday. No, today. Today.
MOTHER
Red today. Today, red.
CHILD
Why today red?
MOTHER
It’s a red day, today.
CHILD
It’s not. Where is it? Where is it red? The day is not a red day today or any day. Why ma? Mother? Why?
MOTHER
…..red red blue orange red yellow lello blue green black red!
CHILD
No really why? Say why. Why, why, why, why, why, why, why….
MOTHER
Why.
CHILD
No Really Mother, Why? Say why red.
MOTHER
Why red.
CHILD
Because…
MOTHER
Because…….the color of life.
CHILD
Whose life mother, Mine?
MOTHER
The color of you being born. Water and blood everywhere, red like painting…..red and white and …lots of poop too!
CHILD
Poop! Brown. Red. White (he decorates cookies with these colors). Red is the color of blood and paint and flowers and my knapsack and borscht and this candy sprinkle and cranberry juice and fake blood for monsters and vampires and when Hamlet gets stabbed at the end and dies and squashed pigeons before the sun dries them gross and rats too dead rats on the street mother, and watermelon and watermelon ice cream watermelon paletas can we go get one of those yum! And brown poop!
MOTHER
…..all the colors of life and death and paint and birth….(she pulls a batch of hot cookies from the oven). And the smells!
CHILD
Did I smell?
MOTHER
I don’t know, it’s your nose. Did you? What did you smell? Did you smell the same things I smelled?
CHILD
What did you smell?
MOTHER
Mostly you.
CHILD
What did I smell like?
MOTHER
Ohhhhh. Like rain mostly. Rain on the ground. Like mushrooms and like perfume. Like flowers and mushrooms and rain and metal. Like rust a little. But your head smelled different. Your head smelled like milk. Even before you drank any. And then you pooped. Like glue. Black glue.
CHILD
( he looks for black ) Where’s black mother. Where’s the licorice?
MONEY
Here’s black, Lu.
CHILD
Black glue. Black Lu. Black doggie. Orange eyes. Green feet. Cook.
The story of me! The story of me! Blood everywhere! All over me…..all over me. I was bloody ma, wasn’t I?
MOTHER
And covered in lochia.
CHILD
lochia’s like cheese mother?
MOTHER
Yes Luno, lochia is like cheese, like cottage cheese and skin cream.
CHILD .
.and cream cheese and pizza cheese and lochia cheeeeeese!!
MOTHER
And you were wrapped like a present in a thin wet paper that I could see thru. I could see you sleeping under your gift paper. I peeled it off you and you opened your eyes, opened your mouth very very wide like a little bird/fish and took a fast breathe of air and sang a song. Very loud.
CHILD
I was crying. I was a baby and so I cried like a baby.
MOTHER
No that was a song I’m sure of it. It did sound just like a baby crying though, you’re right about that. But to me it was a song, loud and clear.
-pause
CHILD
Ma?
-pause
Ma, a little boy was raped at school. Not at school exactly but when we went on a trip to the museum and then at the park he got raped in the park by somebody. We had a meeting at the school with the teachers and everybody to talk about it. You were there, remember?
I haven’t seen him. I haven’t seen him in a long time. Do you think he’ll come back to school or go to another school. He went to a hospital. I wasn’t really his friend so I didn’t go visit I didn’t want to visit anyway. They said his body got torn. Do you know his mother ma?
MOTHER
No Luno, I don’t. I can find her if you want to talk to her. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you want to ask her anything or bring a present or just say hello and give your best wishes for getting better. We can do that if you like. We can try anyway.
-pause
CHILD
Does raping hurt, mother? Does it always hurt?
MOTHER
Yes Lu, it always hurts something.
CHILD
Did it hurt? Did it hurt you?
MOTHER
Very much.
CHILD
Where?
MOTHER
Everywhere. My mind and thoughts and all my thinking got hurt and my dreams were hurt and my body got hurt. It hurt my vagina and I bled a lot and couldn’t pee. It hurt to pee and I wasn’t old enough and I wasn’t ready for even loving sex so I bled and it hurt a lot. But even if it didn’t hurt my vagina it still would have hurt everywhere else. My mind and dreams and the way I saw the world after that…as if I was very very far away. But then you started growing inside me like a little bird/fish and everything changed from bad to good. From very bad to very very very wonderful good. It took a long time. It took a long time for you to become a baby and it took all that time for bad to change to good. You did that. With your growing. You changed the world into a very beautiful place.
CHILD
The rape was against you mother but here’s me and the story of me, the story of me, it’s the lovliest and sad and scary poem to say and a secret I hardly ever tell. Tell it all! Tell it. How did you know I was so beautiful? Tell it, how I was….
MOTHER
….given to me against me. against me but fighting was a waste and out of the assault on all of me that didn’t know you before. Out of all that was you growing in me..
CHILD
I was little.
MOTHER
….you didn’t exist until I was raped.
CHILD
…by the wind?
MOTHER
No angel, by a man. A human. A man. A violent one. A selfish and mean one.
CHILD
..And you fought against him cause you didn’t know I was there.
MOTHER
You weren’t there. You were nowhere near such a mean place. You came later. Much later, but yes, from the battle that was against me you were there for me. And I was for you
CHILD
…and here we are.
MOTHER
...just we two…
CHILD
..and how did you know I was so beauti…
MOTHER
How did I know you were so beautiful?
CHILD
..I was sooooo beautiful…
MOTHER
……when you came from such a strange and…
CHILD
ugly..
MOTHER
how strange.
CHILD
Ugly.
MOTHER
Strange.
CHILD
I’m sorry mother.
MOTHER
I’m sorry too Luno.
CHILD
Well, we must go on Mother. We must carry on.
MOTHER
Yes we must. We must persevere.
CHILD
Yes we must persevere and be warriors. Upside down warriors and defeat evil wherever we find it. Stop it in its tracks and confuse it.
MOTHER
And send it off to whimper by itself until it figures out how to be nice.
CHILD
And break it into pieces so it bleeds and dies. And eat it. (He demolishes a cookie and eats it. He makes a battlefield of the cookies and destroys them; A battlefield of sexual assault of the cookies against each other. A violent dance).
-pause
MOTHER
Sex, my little one, like what you see the birds and bugs do, the humping and fluttering stuff you ask me about. I didn’t want it. It was forced on me…… I bled from it and hurt from it….. cried all the time for a very long time from it. then frozen from it. Numb. I still do sometime. The back and forth of right and wrong.
CHILD
Is sex wrong mother?
MOTHER
Of course not Lu Lu.
CHILD
But it made you bleed and hurt.
MOTHER
I bled and hurt when you were born Lu. Bleeding and hurting is not wrong. Forcing sex on someone is wrong. Lovers love with sex little Lu. Force is wrong. Sex isn’t wrong. Wrong is wrong. Wanting something someone else says no to and forcing them anyway is wrong. Even tricking them is wrong. I think anyway. You are the rightest thing ever. As right as can be. Perfect actually.
CHILD
I am right.
-pause
what if I am ever wrong mother?
MOTHER
We are all sometimes wrong Luno. Let’s find the stars.
CHILD
There’s one already. See? Next to the silver sliver of a moon. Did you wish?
MOTHER
Not yet. Want to? Star light, star bright, first star I see tonite, wish I may….
CHILD
No.
MOTHER
…..wish I might…..
CHILD
No.
-pause
MOTHER
Not tonite then?
-pause
CHILD
I want a father mother.
MOTHER
You have a father Lu Lu.
CHILD
Ma…
MOTHER
Your father is the wind.
CHILD
Ma…
-pause
..the wind…
CHILD
I haven’t been a baby in a long time.
MOTHER
Oh.
CHILD
Ma, a little boy was raped at school.
MOTHER
I know.
CHILD
Not at school really, at the park. The school was at the park and he, the boy was in the park. I was there too but not with him. Nobody was with him, that’s why. He got away alone. Someone got him away alone. I wish he would have run or yelled. He’s very sad about it. His father said. His father came to talk to us. His mother is too sad and also he needs his mother mostly. More than his father. That’s what his father said. His father cried. His father loves him. There was a meeting for us. All the teachers and the mothers….and the fathers….to tell about stay away from strangers and strange people we don’t know and don’t get in cars with people except if we know them and don’t take candy or let anybody mean or strange be alone or next to us on a bus or in the park…don’t go play in the park with a grown up we don’t know and don’t let a grown up take clothes off except maybe a doctor and someone I know and if it feels bad or funny like bad funny that I can yell and scream and even if I am wrong and the person didn’t mean anything still it’s only yelling and screaming and if they are bad maybe they will run away and they said we could bite. They said we should bite and say swear words and be ahnoxious and lots of trouble and really just go crazy and get away no matter how loud we have to be…stuff like that. …….you were there, remember? The mothers....and the fathers. There were fathers there. lots of fathers.
MOTHER
Fathers are good to have. You have the wind as your father and me as your mother.
CHILD
I want my father father. My man father, not the wind. My real father. I want my father.
MOTHER
The man who raped me is not your father. Your father is the wind.
CHILD
What if you loved my father mother?
MOTHER
I love your father Lu. Listen…I can hear the wind speaking to us. I love the wind. The wind loves you. We love your father. Come, let’s count the stars….
CHILD
But not the wind, Mother. But not the wind. What if you loved my father? The man? I know Mother. I know. You tell me and tell me. He raped you and he is not my father then. But what if you loved him? What if you loved him because of me? Could you? Did you? Did you ever?
MOTHER
If I loved your father and your father raped me I would not love your father, I would not have your father and you would not have a father from such a man. Oh you are full of strange debate today.
CHILD
Maybe I would. What if my father loved me?
MOTHER
Your father loves you. It whispers stories to you and touches your skin as it passes and comforts and sings to you.
CHILD
I don’t believe you.
(pause)
Is it your father too?
MOTHER
Yes.
CHILD
Everyones?
MOTHER
Yes, I suppose, yes.
CHILD
Ma…
-pause
What if the man who raped you loved me? What if he got right after being wrong. What if he is right now instead of wrong? What if he turned into a different man or a different kind of man? Not mean and wrong and gentle and nice to you and what if he said he was sorry and brought a I’m sorry card and sent money or something?
MOTHER
Has he?
-pause
CHILD
I dreamed of apple trees.
MOTHER
Did you sit under them?
CHILD
I was on top of them.
MOTHER
Did you sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me?
CHILD
I was on the roof. The apples were on the roof. Oh, and there were carrots.
I climbed out the window on the roof and that’s how I bought them from the lady. She spoke Russian and had a little daughter with blond hair to her ears who said, “don’t forget, we need an alias”. They were green. Green with red spots.
MOTHER
Green with red spots?
CHILD
The apples mother, not the people. Very pretty apples mother.
MOTHER
Bright green, light green, dark green, grass green?
CHILD
Dull green.
MOTHER
Big spots, small spots, spread spots, specks?
CHILD
Dots. Oh and the carrots too had dots…..spots.
MOTHER
Red too?
CHILD
Yellow. Like sunflowers. With eyes like me ma.
MOTHER
Sunflower eyes.
CHILD
Sunflower eyes.
MOTHER
Sunflower eyes.
BOTH
Sunflower eyes sunflower eyes sunflower eyes.
CHILD
Yellow.
MOTHER
Why?
CHILD
Yellow.
MOTHER
Why?
CHILD
Sunflowers are happy.
MOTHER
Why?
BOTH
The sun shines on them and loves them forever.
CHILD
Night ma, the sun doesn’t shine at night. The sun dies at night.
MOTHER
The sun doesn’t die silly Lu.
CHILD
Well one day the sun will really die. Suns die you know. And then no more light! No more green, no more yellow, no more sunflowers or avacadoes or nothing. No more you, no more me, no nothing no more, nothing nothing, no more nothing.
MOTHER
No light, no nothing?
CHILD
No light, no nothing,
MOTHER
And deep under the sea? No light there. There’s life there. Deep under the earth? No light there. Worms and lovely bugs and pretty things that don’t see. Don’t need to see. No eyes. No need for eyes. Lots of touch instead. I’ll be one of those.
CHILD
If no one sees them how can they be pretty? Pretty to who? To whom? Slimy maybe.
MOTHER
I’ll be pretty.
CHILD
..and live forever?
MOTHER
If you’ll be my sun.
CHILD
I am your son.
MOTHER
Will you be my shining sun?
CHILD
I am your shining son. I’ll always be your son. And so you’ll always see and always be pretty cause I’ll always see you and the sun will always shine on you because I’m your son. Your shining shining shining shining shining sun-flower. You’re shining mother, you’re shining like a sun. A sunflower shining in the sunlight of a sun. Of a sun flower yellow yellow lello lello son flower son sun sun son sun flower flower son flower lellow lellow flower covered in lochia and red blood like a baby born and under the sun is the mother sunflower and the son in the sun like pretty things not like things that don’t see under the sea and deep under the earth slimy no pretty cause the sun shines and makes them pretty even if they cannot see they are pretty cause someone’s son shines and touches them like sun and wind and knows how pretty they feel in the light and in the dark too when it’s dark the light touches anyway from far away but still inside it’s shining inside where they cannot see they still see they see light and sun maybe a different kind of sun is shining if a son or a mother or a daughter too and maybe a father mother maybe a father too can shine. Can a father shine mother, can one?
MOTHER
What do you think?
CHILD
I think mother, a father can shine like a son. When I am a father I will shine too like you mother but I will be a father and shine like you do. And like a son.
-pause
A mother can be wrong too mother, can’t one? Like any other person?
MOTHER
Of course Lu.
CHILD
Can a mother rape, mother?
MOTHER
Of course Luno. Of course. Beware of women too, Luno
CHILD
I’m not afraid mother.
MOTHER
Well good! I don’t want you to be afraid. But be aware. Beware. It’s different than fear don’t you think?
CHILD
Be ware……cool. You’re cool mother.
MOTHER
Thanx. You’re cool too Lu Lu
CHILD
What do they rape with mother?
MOTHER
Who?
CHILD
The rapers, mother, the rapists. The ones that are mothers or women, not men, not fathers. The ones who rape like the one who raped you. If it was a woman that raped you but then you couldn’t have got a baby but what do they rape with instead of a penis. Does their vagina rape? Can it?
MOTHER
Yes. With hands and teeth and spit and sticks and rope and drugs and games and with their vagina if they are women and their penis if they are a man but they can rape with so many things. With candy and toys and with their bodies and with things that are not their bodies and with their so-called friends or alone. Sometimes for them for rapists it is fun for them and they are sometimes laughing and sometimes for them it is all a fun game …even while someone is dying they might be laughing. Sometimes they don’t care at all about anything but what they want and how to get it but sometimes they think they are helping the person or the animal or the little child or even sometimes a baby, that who they are raping is having fun too. But they are not seeing. They are wrong. And sometimes they know they are wrong.
CHILD
Sometimes they know it’s wrong? Do they feel bad?
MOTHER
I hope so. But it doesn’t seem to make a difference. They hurt so they hurt. People can sometimes be that way. So beware. You don’t go running up to any dog on the street just because it looks pretty do you?
CHILD
Of course not. They have teeth.
MOTHER
The better to bite you with.
CHILD
Ouch!
MOTHER
Here’s a pretty one! (she takes a cookie from the place they are cooling) Just a little red puppy ready to be bit into.
CHILD
...and a yellow house to live in. (he too takes a cookie)
They inter-weave their arms with each other’s arms and bite the cookie they are holding. The child bites the yellow house and the mother bites the red dog.
the end
The Window Couple
It was right thru this window. (she moves slightly to show the window). Through here. They came in. There was no other way to get in; for them to get in. So it was thru here. One day I saw on the day-bed a little sort of clutch purse. It hadn't been there. It wasn't mine. It had come in the window and I didn't touch it. There were others like it in the hall. I don't know how they got in there! It couldn't have been by my window I know that. I knew not to touch it. I wanted to open it (she giggles). I thought maybe what if there was a nice amount of money in it? But I remembered I wasn't supposed to touch it so I was very disciplined and I left it there. I don't remember whether I reported it or perhaps I just knew someone would come. They had to come for the other ones anyway. The ones in the hall.
The news reports said to just leave them. Don't touch them. Just give them a wide berth and leave them. Don't even move them at
all. There must have been so many during this time. All over the city. No one came to see the ones in the hall and no one came to see the one here on my day-bed.
It was quite pretty. Silvery and with these shiny mirror things. Not really rhinestones but sort of rhinestones. The
ones in the hall were smaller. Mine was a purse. It had a clasp and everything. I figured there might be money in it. And I thought that would be nice, wouldn't that be
nice? Oh yes, that would be nice. But just in case, I didn't touch it. A little or even a lot of money is one thing. Getting blown to bits is quite another isn't it?
So I left it. And left it. And left it. I guess it was a busy time. An orange alert! (she smiles at the thought of orange
alert).
I tried to stay close to home during that time. Couldn't go above 14th street anyway but I went out to do some things and to try to
find a little work here and there. Everyone was getting a little help so that was alright. There were places to go to get a bag of groceries or a credit card with a little something on it
so it wasn't the end of the world or anything. (she smiles). Boy oh boy. (she sighs).
I had gone out. I had come back. And there they were. (she gestures to the day-bed.)
Or she was. He was sitting on a chair near her. A couple. Old. Sweet. It seemed to me anyway. Not that I know anything but still. They seemed happy. Or
maybe just content. They seemed content. She was looking in the purse for something. The very clutch purse they had obviously materialized out of !! Or maybe they were on
the couch and I was on the day-bed. Or maybe I had woken up to find them there. Well anyway, there they were; and they hadn't been there before.
The window was open. But I had left it that way for days. There were no bars on it then. I don't know why. The sky
was pretty that day, I remember. Funny what you remember. It was blue and there was the nicest breeze. Out my window, it was not like you were even in the city. A whole
imaginary world, my window. Blue sky. Birds.
There was nothing particularly special about them. Just a couple. Looked like they had been married for a very long while and were still
comfortable with each other. Still loved each other too. You could tell. She had on a housedress, sort of. Kinda grey-blue. He was wearing a shirt and some loose
trousers. Sort of yellowish white, the shirt. No patterns on their clothes. No jewelry or anything special. Very comfortable. Nothing fancy.
Well, I thought; they could stay if they wanted. They didn't pose any kind of threat to me. They could have been invisible for
all I knew. I went about my business. There was enough room. They only wanted to be in their bit of space there on my couch or day-bed or wherever they really were. And
talk a little to me from time to time. And I didn't mind the company.
Only one day the window had the bars. Out of the blue there were the bars. There hadn't been anything and then the bars and I
knew someone had come and maybe hadn't seen the couple but somehow knew they were there somewhere and locked them in. In my house!! I hadn't put in the bars. Someone came in and
put in the bars and locked my window. So I opened it. I said to them. ‘Can you get out of this amount of space?' ‘Yes', he said. ‘Thank you'.
I left it that way, the window. So they could go if and when they wanted. So they could fly out the way they flew in. In
their clutch purse. Their silver package that the city was finding so threatening. I met them. They weren't threatening. They were kind to me anyway.
I sat on the couch with them. He sat between the woman and me and his right arm was around my shoulder and we sat like that.
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