It was a Tuesday unlike others
I, dressed in charmeusecolor my lips redI, another woman
She’s brilliant, wise but dynamicshe meets you on thecornerbrown eyes ecstatic
The light turns green, andshe starts walking have you ever seen a fat llama dancing?You laughshe’s funny, butwait.
Scene one, take fourI’m just reading linesit says to be funny. Go,
The next one is yours
You’re from Missouri, youngest of fiveyour father writes novelsyour mother loves art.
We pause for coffeeon the side of the streetspecks of pastelfall from the trees
It’s my turn toshareshe waves goodbye, you ask me questions–family and dreams
But twenty-oneyears!what words do Iuse to share them with you?
Scene two, takeone
I beg her to speak, butonly I, am left, alone on the stage.
A stream of wordspour,
Slowly at first, but then racing,spilling, pushing you out—
Our final scene together, ona Tuesday like everyother.
— Lucy Zhu is a senior in Saybrook College.