To publish plays is to insist on an economy of ideas.
To read plays, and I hope you will, is to receive a manual for the impossible.
DT. I love in short little bursts; I’d like to get better at loving people for a long time. Julian. … Yes. Yes. You’re very… I think you’re like me. We’re just very sensitive people. We all have some things we could be working on. Would you like some lotion? DT. I’m okay. Julian. This stuff is good, it’s not too oily, and I like the smell. (And just then you looked at me in a way I’m going to remember a long time. You looked at me like I was, deep down, a trivial trivial person.)
Ima keep this real simple: Make your daddy
And everything around him you can destroy, too
I think he got some b i t c h
Kill his spirit, then the body
like he did me
Make him dead real dead
And bring me back some treasures from it.
Go a do it quick, too. My body ready to go.
We on a time crunch.