I slept,
but my heart
was awake.
Hark!
My beloved
is knocking.
[Song of Solomon 5:2]
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"I don't think You
CARE about me,
Lord."
[DEEP SIGH.]
[SORROWFUL GAZE.]
"I'm sorta like one of
those DOGS that got
abandoned... during IKE!"
[QUIET VOICE.]
"I understand, My precious."
"STOP........
(Squirm.)
.......CALLING me.... PRECIOUS!
Ya DON'T MEAN IT!"
[LONG SILENCE.]
"Why don't Ya call me....
eh......NEUROTIC?
(Smile up at air vent.)
That's what my ex-husband
used to CALL me!
(Smile!)
With AFFECTION...of course!"
[FROWN.]
"Well, it WAS more REALISTIC!"
[PATIENT LOOK.]
"Why, child."
"Eh.......uh,
because I AM?
(Sassy smile up at ceiling.)
I mean......just look at this
BOLOGNA...... I WRITE!
(Hold palms up to ceiling.)
D'Ya see anybody ELSE
writin' this weird STUFF?"
[GENTLE CHUCKLE.]
"Yeah, Lord!
Anyway, if I WERE
....PRECIOUS.....
to YOU...."
[CURIOUS NOD.]
"Yes, child?"
"You wouldn't have let
all the STUFF happen
to me, that Ya
DID!"
[LONG PAUSE.]
[NOD.]
"I see."
"YEAH!"
[SILENT GAZE.]
"You BET!"
"Perhaps.....
[PAUSE.]
because you are
most precious,
to Me.
[SORROWFUL LOOK.]
My beloved."
(Fold arms.)
(Hold chin up.)
(Look away.)
"That,
[PAUSE FILLED WITH GRIEF.]
I allowed it
to happen."
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My beloved
is to me
a cluster
of henna blossoms
in the vineyards
of Enge'di.
[Song of Solomon 1:14]
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