Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Little Shop of Horrors

When I think about them
I think about the insanity
that they are.
Both on that couch
like two ships
wrecked
on shore.
Both incapable of moving out of the way of the wave.
Day in
day out
the same day.
It is like a Sartre play
with no exit.
The Pinter pause
taken to the extreme
lasting hours, weeks, even months.
The same fight.
The same food.
The same endless drama.
No wonder I wanted to be an actress.
I was raised on a stage.