Communication

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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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