Ten Beginnings... And One End By Meg Wise-Laurence First performed at the Bitter End with music by Toby Kasavan July 21, 1999Background acrylic by Thom Williams
3. "I smell something burning." "Hah." I'm nothing to Willy anymore. He's laughing at me inside. His Baltic eyes flicker and he says, "They're tarring, Jane. Cable wires." "Tarring? What wires? The wires in your mind?" Maybe that's what was wrong. Our wires have been crossed. What if that's all it was? What if everything is really fine between us, our marriage is good, it's just that some of his wires got tangled with mine and now everything's off... I imagine a fix-it team assembled and then shrunk, like in that movie, but wearing hardhats and driving one of those little white vans that the wire fixer men always drive. "Shutup, Jane." I imagine the little team of wire fixer men driving into his head and then suddenly they start to grow bigger. And they're still inside his head! What a mess. And who'd get stuck cleaning it up? * Oh baby, don't you see? "Do you really have to go?" Go, stay; black white gray. You've always been my reason to stay and my reason to go away. Ten beginnings, one end. It's the fun that never does seem to transcend. We're left with a line and sinker and no hook except for day glo bugs on the streets and sidewalks outside our 10th floor window. I swear I smell something burning. It's just diamonds and rust: kiss me if you can kill me if you must. Life is a fantastic voyage and I've got Cabin Fever.