ACT I.

rest assured i keep no record of your wrongs because facebook doesn't give you the option to archive messages and there's no way i'm going to click through pages and pages of messages to find a string of letters and punctuation that allude to a time when you thought you wanted me, i've tried that and it's far too laborious

love and lovely messages are overrated after a shelf life of three months; i've never had a problem with vision so i don't wear rose-colored glasses, i've heard that if you don't need to wear glasses then you shouldn't put them on because you can ruin your eyes that way and if you really wanted to you could have fake glasses, but i'm not into appearances in that way

ACT II.

humility is the sexiest thing i've seen a man or woman wear
sexier than nakedness, more naked than nakedness
i don't think it happens until you've eaten enough of your own words and errors
i've had more than my fill already but i'm a glutton for real beauty

DREAM SEQUENCE

one winter it was so cold and the walls so thin that the glass of water i left on the table next to my bed at night was frozen solid when i woke up in the morning. we came over on planes, crawled out of foxholes made like badgers and i put my feet down and kept it in the unforgiving earth because dreams don't live in the sky and you have to work hard for the things you want. we made love and tried not to make too much noise but the juvenile is fun, she was young and i thought

ACT III

it's too hard to keep up that charade now, there's a bridge across the water you could walk across if your legs were made of wood or fancies
FRANCE
ENGLAND
ROTE
TEAK
YOU COULD BE / PRICELESS / WORTHLESS / HEAVY OR FREE