The poem she chose was The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel
Here's the play.
ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN
A play in exactly one hundred and sixty seven words
A
You can look at me.
B
I know. I’m sorry.
A
Don’t apologize.
B
I’m sorry.
A
What’s the good word?
B
Water.
A
Water?
B
I’m sorry, yes. Yes. Water.
A
What about water?
B
It can suffocate you. It can bury you.
A
Drown you.
B
That’s what they call it.
A
What made you think about that?
B
Something about sea levels. We’re going to drown.
A
I like the idea of that. If I had to die, just seeing a coral reef and some schools of fish and blue and green and salt. Silver fish. Tuna. Starfish. Sea horses. Light.
B
We’re nowhere near that sort of water. That kind of climate. Anyway, the coral reef is being destroyed.
A
We should move then. We can get near what’s left of it. Then, when it happens, it’ll be warm, clear water. I’d like that.
B
You think you’re making me feel better, but all I hear from you is suicide.
A
Suicide is a strong word.
B
I know
A
I don’t think of it as suicide.
B
I know.
A
It’s raining.
B
I know.
END
1 comment:
that was a good piece. My friend and I were actually talking about something similar yesterday-- global warming (or climate change) will cause sea levels to flood the east and west coast of the USA. she lives in Washington and she's paranoid about it. Plus, I can't swim either.
Scary thought.
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