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a short, one-act play about privilege and discourse

White Person: all you have to do is work hard. It's not easy, but it's simple.
Me: it's not right that people with dark skin or gay people or people of certain religions or differently abled people have to work harder than white people for the same results.
White Person: that's not true! How can you say that about [non-White friend]'s family??? They have worked so so hard for their success!
Me: ...

red wine

You'd probably think we women are alcoholics
With our red wine

Maybe we are
Some of us

But mostly we're not. We're just

trying to be free

Feel free

Lessen the pain

Physical pain

Life

We're well read and well groomed and employed or employable and doing our best and giving our all and working and writing and recycling and yoga and meditation and counseling and medicating and mothering and sistering and wifing and cleaning and making and crafting and photographing and scrapping and and and and and

and

Dont judge our glasses of wine.

Names

We give up our names
in a sacred ceremony of
vows.

We give up our names
so we can claim
our children.
Or perhaps
so they will claim us.

Now our children own our names.
Ofchris, Offin, Ofmaria.
The question is always
Who is your child?
Never
Who are you?


astral projection

a back roads milky way sky
each star a memory or lie
    or that time that you cried in front of your boss
or a dream you once had to pursue
    until you woke or died
or that awkward deja vu
    of feeling familiar when they say it's just you
stars that form constellations
of revelations
    perceptions
    personality
    abnormalities
    neuroses
    diagnoses
    prescriptions
    convictions
and knowledge that sees
the intimate history
speeding away in the deep

Whispers

We are still here,
we forgotten women,
hidden behind our
husbands, sons.

Working, each in her own way.
Behind laptops, behind cameras, behind closed office doors.
Flinching when the phone rings, or the boss walks by.

Waiting for the deliveries.
Online retailers make
our lives easier,
we say.

But we miss shopping together.
The sisterhood of shopping trips.
We don't know if these pants make our asses look big until
it's too late.
We are committed to these pants now.

Just as we are committed to our families.
Joy in watching each other's
children flourish.
We smile over coffee,
knowingly. She
did that.

We whisper to each other
what we've given up.

We whisper to each other, wondering
How did she vote?
Is she one of us?
We whisper as we try not to judge one another
for how we take our coffee.

We whisper our secrets to
empty houses.

Waiting for the husbands, sons
to come home.

We whisper to
ourselves, to
each other,
You can do this.