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Chapters (5)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. iphigenia in orem
  4. a gaggle of saints
  5. medea redux

they were saying “goodnight…” well, not saying it exactly, but kissing, two men, grown men, standing in this park, public park in the middle of new york and kissing like something out of a clark gable film. tongues out, and the arms around each other, and nothing else in the world matters to these two…just finishing off the date, big night at the symphony, or some foreign film, who knows? but it’s this “see you soon” and “thanks so much” and hands all where they shouldn’t be. i mean, come on, i know the scriptures, know ’em pretty well, and this is wrong. (BEAT) we all kind ’a squeeze up against a couple trees, off in the shadows, tim crouching on the ground, watching this. out near “the ramble.” oh man…man! you know, you read about it, or even see that film, what is it, with the “superman” guy? deathtrap, right, and you live with it. don’t love it, don’t condone it for the world, still, you go on living, live and let live, whatever, but this, i figure, is flaunting it. i mean, as much our park as theirs, and we’re in town one night, that’s all, one…and we got ’a witness this?

pause.

men old enough to be our fathers—i mean, middle-aged, and clutching at one another like romeo and juliet! (BEAT) they whisper something, and chuckle for a second, hand on each others bottoms…i start to feel sick, i mean it, nauseous. then a last peck on the cheek and one disappears down a trail, headed for the west side. he’s gone. the other glances around, taking in the night, i guess, big smile up at the moon…and he kind of casually strolls over to this “men’s room.” 50 yards off. concrete building, with the steps down into it. whistling while he goes…he was whistling, i don’t even stop to think this through, but motion the guys to follow me.

SUE

i thought about getting out of my dress, but i couldn’t move. all of us, we were sleeping so peacefully… (BEAT) did you know patrice snores? she does…a little.

JOHN

as we’re moving down the landing into the restroom, i glance at tim…’s got that look. recognize that look anywhere, and he’s starting to smile…

SUE

i don’t think i even dreamed that night…

JOHN