DRESS
I hope I get to see you soon.
Will I come into you?
BATHTUB
I wonder if we might both be left behind.
DRESS
By?
BATHTUB
Bodies in revolution.
Turning and turning.
DRESS
By?
BATHTUB
The way of poisoned arrows;
Learn that how we tell stories matters as much as when they’re told.
DRESS
I tell stories every day.
In how I long to come into you.
The stains from ripe tomato on my front
And dirt on my back,
Like poisoned arrows.
BATHTUB
I am not with you.
DRESS
I am not come into you.
