HELEN           there’s a light, inside
the sound of nothing new / within its seam
in the paw of a severed rabbit’s foot
blood leaksss, scratchesss, coalesces a discooo
into shadows / extend from here to away
encroaching onto theatres older
than my name / bank accounts,
nope
n  u  m  b  e  r  s  count themselves like ants
carrying a leaf from its roasting to the wedding
of a sister, don’t
know the codes
hidden
in the clicks of alphabet keys, carved into years 
under stone


^{At the center of the stage is a DJ booth.
Aside from HELEN, who is controlling the
sound, all other characters noted within
the piece will appear as sound recordings
that are pre-programmed, that she plays
from the booth.}


SENTRY        We’ll be done forever with this
curse on all men.


^{HELEN also has the capacity to add new sounds
at any moment, as well as distort the tone of her
own voice.}


HELEN            I’ll finish weaving it soon, this course-correction
of sails pointing in the wrong direction / a repentance of a voice
d  r  i  p  p  i  n  g
out of an open-necked parachute / secure it, the wings
to the wax / or else tumbling’s gonna turn from
a balance beam to broken
in a swirling sea

sss

voices
they moan about the fall, what follows
d

ages, I pass through them all,
collecting each and every one like candy / mothers
in leggings on Ventura Boulevard could never
            ever, get away with how I’ve stolen from it / the crinkles
in its comforter of burgundy / the colour of
a pomegranate the s  e  c  o  n  d after its orgasm

m

ships crossed an ocean

s

bump up the sound

ssssssss

men die

ssssssss

distort it

zzzzzzz

their voices, down long corridors, intertwining
with the thick of pillars

s

need more autotune


SENTRY        Witch.


HELEN           call me out


SENTRY        Villain.


HELEN           make it worse


SENTRY        Whore.


HELEN           the best one


SENTRY        A demon.


HELEN          not quite the oldest, but
I make it close

go to the back of the record store, I’ll be tucked
between the vinyl & mice gumming in a row / bought
too long to remember the label, its first colour
whether I was ever covered in plastic / full
of it / my personality?

                        need it louder
                        zzzzzzzzzzzz

not quite sure where it’s sourced,
                        the speakers
but I need sound to grow / like me / a rabbit
until one day a snake, every day scaling
a new height up a torso, circling
a staircase with a candle, lit centuries past a decade ago


SENTRY         Slut.


HELEN            chandeliers crash
tsunamis roar
                           I need an audio engineer

passing the way / to a jackfruit as fake
as the hope for perfume, the right scent, one / laughing
at inconstancy, I’m heavy with the weight
of a mouldy afresh
death, it cradles waves away from a shoreline, syncopated
right, left, right
d  e  c  o  m  p  o  s  e
forever’s the rocks against a cliff for a crumbling,
into a hug that’ll never arrive

quieter

I know you know this story,
the one I’m telling

ropes were tightened
to a t / they
thought they knew, what it was
they were in for / money’s always got the shine
for a bigger horse though, and Palestinians know,
poison time & again / this story
fake it is forever, the perishables of a promise
from a mouth, trashed of its homeland






SENTRY        Come anyway.


HELEN           so they said, with fingers up asses
lined in a row
p o p
it open, the sound of sucking,
suck


SENTRY        We can take this city.


HELEN           so they always claim
as if with the right brand of knife
nothing’s a danger 
d
            trainings for school shootings, even
5 years olds know / how
            to crawl under a desk, which corner to hide
            but when a horse appears in the size of a house,
we think of fires / the toasty kind
            not, the one where bodies are thrown into
after 1000’s / 1000’s are slaughtered
& there aren’t any more open spaces
for graves


SENTRY         Sacrifices must be made, always.


HELEN            only some though, get to choose what to give up
                           others, they’re ripped away
from the hands of those 5 year olds, nail
                           marks on a waist / on a neck / on a stomach
next to bruises the sizes of continents,
they usually fade after time, but the screams of a daughter
don’t / aaaaaaa / leaks of blood ooze
                           out of veins sliced open
for sacrifices / Iphigenia’s, her whole neck
so the fleet could move


SENTRY          We all play our part.


HELEN              trying, they are
to forget m e / the armpit
at the edge of their patchwork empire / grasping,
tighter
again out of pitch
sssss
            Adjust it, they scream to assistants
with higher SAT scores
            the most beautiful woman in the world
why for him it was me, there’s no answer to give

robots can’t consent
even if we’d like to / our bodies
as real as metal is
to Russia


PARIS                Come anyway, with me.





HELEN              so he says, to 3 women lined up in a row
Hera / Aphrodite / Athena
                            is it a choice, when one option precludes
                            an act of violence, definitive?
crack it open, the sound
of a popcorn machine / in an abandoned parking lot
no, it could mean
I might not get to say yes
to anything / ever / again
                            whatever
he wants, they’ll give him
            L’Oréal
            anger, the underlayer
            lower

a mask
for their glee at getting away with it / for so long
too high, to
            take, the only response they know / a cartridge
            always loaded

need to amp up the bass
            closer
            c

go on, go on

            in slow motion, I rotate over tables
set for me to pose on
robots never get to consent, filleted
first in stories about bodies ripped apart, without the right
            kind of soap to wash off / the slime-drenched coating
into the billboard charts I climb, crushing
every up-and-comer
selling different versions of the same CD

d

c

            … oh, oh, oh…


PARIS                Come for me.


HELEN              war: I’m standing at its center
carrying a suitcase of ash / cremated
in ovens framed in barbed wire, so
echo me further / past the stream where a boy wilted into a
flower / t  h  e  r  e,
I’ll be able to look at it / my face
such as, Simone Weil challenges
us to love / what's there, the person we adore
not as we wish them to be
cruel / a blonde / not me naturally, but good enough
for those reprinting my files into digital


PARIS                Come for me.







HELEN               hot for a fuckboy, wet / tongues
hanging
down from rafters / overlooking pistols, they
scream


SENTRY            BOOBS.


HELEN               old news / cows, slaughtered
younger than boys / left to rot out
in the sun as the pitch
rises / eee / nothing’s fixed
the future, it isn’t written in Vitamin D
                              v
ahead of time
but trying not to kill it
on / top of it I lie
never asked if I wanted it too,
him


PARIS                You know you do.


HELEN              I don’t
actually, as sugar does
to salt


PARIS                Just let yourself go.


HELEN              a young girl, turned into an orphan
in everything but name / later
just a little later
a  l  e  g  e  n  d / fixed to the compass
of an imagined future
f
this is the ritual, to talk
about what happened / as if it's new
fuck, it’s been old
forever

war: I’m standing at its center

^Distort            please don´t go
^Distort            I'll never forgive you
^Distort            ever
^Distort            don’t know what I'll do if I lose you

^{Raw voice}              war: it’s the school where I studied /
clashes of metal against metal / on arid plains
sister against sister / in practice, preparing
not too many years later / sitting
across from a pair of stoic brothers / but 10 years
earlier, I was already trained
for it, an eventual abduction
r  e  m  e  m  b  e  r / I need to explain this
how / I trained with my brothers
Castor & Pollux / Theseus
took me from a training ground
when I was 10 / thought he could get away
with it
ha
droooling / before a girl
unspooled a thread in search of his heart,
through a labyrinth
can´t read a room / stop it!
this isn’t so easy, to draw a line
from then to now


PARIS             … oh, oh, oh…


HELEN           stop it, droooling
thought I could fight
my way out of it / horses
they aren’t just prey animals, this
is the ritual, to talk
about what happened as if it's new
what to do, when
so much is lost / too much
taken
from me without a return
flight, unscheduled

^Distort             please don’t go

^{Raw voice}        turning on each other, they fought
over me / as  p  r  e  t  e  x  t
hero to hero, sworn
brother to lover
the layers of every body / soft
on the outside & penetrable, if enough pressure’s applied
to the skin below the blood
its systems / liquid
inundating veins connecting
invisibility / swerving / into undoing a reason
don´t know
what I'll do if I lose
you / every morning as if a habit—praying

not so easy

^{Messing with sound as she says this—}
                         cheater
                         tease
                         never
                         there
                         slut, nope
                         wet
                         fake, a tool
                         shadow
                         a phantom statue, a reel
c  r  a  s  h
metal hitting metal / hitting
flesh under a scream, a network
of showers / for power
a wheel rasps, a wail
                        a leg sliced off, billow
a sail / the straight mind squeals
unlocking a carriage door
& the whinnying of horses
push past / the limit of endurance, of balances
echo
they’re all free to wander now
in the underworld, walk through corridors
recite prologues to the register of Lacanian speech
given hall passes / martyred
back home, their memory a serenity
followed up with a nice:

^Distort            how tragic, what a life,
taken too soon

^{Back to normal register—}
I’m here, can’t you see?
trapped
abandoned
reined in
disembodied

listen, ghosts in the scaffolding
behind a column
on a chair


SENTRY         We will be done forever
at some point, with your curse on all men.

HELEN             this body a  w  e  t  s  u  i  t 
over my larynx
the soul chooses
the body it wants, someone
says in the distant future / for this long?
no sense for how
it’s clung on
1000s, without
a friend / a memory / a name to speak aloud
to curse with a drink after
h  e  l  l —  i  n
the list on the wall grows longer
every time someone says it, with gossamer
wings, fairies descend
to paint me a shadow darker
in hell / smiles, they offer sympathy
only when experience recognises experience
otherwise, they cut sharper
than a knife, across the face of a rock
as far as the size of my hand, that’s how close it gets

        ~ try multiplying proximity by 2000 ~

yearsssss / the weight of carrying a death toll, as if
a flag of a coloniser or a slogan
of a corporation / so little space to adjudicate, to contest
this  n  a  r  r  a  t  i  o  n
minimal
witch / villain / whore
all
minted on gold, plastered across billboards
screamed in battles by actors
type-cast / who know nothing different
300
in scripts of terrible films—
give me some of the residuals, why not?


GENERAL       A witch, a vulture—she’s untrustworthy. 


SOLDIER         Where are we?


PARIS                Who are you?


HELEN              who am I? 


SENTRY           Am I a ghost?


HELEN              no, you’re alive as I’ve never been


GENERAL        You cursed us. I saw you on the ramparts. No art is beneath your power. My children, my legions; for you the ships were burnt.


HELEN               collective transcendence
offered / a few decades ago by LSD, from children
of Catholics who found nowhere to turn to
mmmmmmmmmmmm
our bodies / a repository, a conduit for potential energy
to turn kinetic
now we go, to concerts in search of the thrill of it, the high
of forgetting the reasons, for
here:
overpopulation & greed
obsession & nepotism
rage & the weather
mouths & pride

lost / lost / lost







I am tired of the memory of battle

I walk the length of this porch / not long ago
a dancer in a studio, lost
faster / slower
from pillar to pillar, from
monument & around, again
to the river / here 
there are iron-rings where the boats, long
ago made fast, but the Nile changes its
course / only temple lakes contain holy water
now, what was there’s faded, we lost
too long ago / when the ships swayed
here & it’s stone, built to last
until some  c  r  a  s  h,
trash images on its surface will never fade, they said
as they carve into its surface / with knives
the size of an elbow

no

there must be
other islands to go, open
to hospitality without the crystallisation of bigotry, teach me
to build something, to take me

t  h  e  r  e




_{†                        An extract from a play-in-percolation.}

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