Love Death Circus – Chapter 22 & Interlude

Greek Comedy

MickeyFrank quietly walks up his front stairs holding a small collage. Magda made the piece by defacing a copy of a bad review he got back in the 90s. He loves it.

Willa is asleep and Jackie is long gone. Frank takes his computer to the desk in the living room, looks out the window at the quiet street and cries. He’s gotten used to crying a few times a day, any time, any place, for no real reason except that his mother is dead and he can’t quite believe it. The tears usually only last a few minutes and then he gets on with his life.

His life tonight is writing, getting through at least one scene of the play that will pay the rent when he hands it to the high school drama teacher in three weeks. A play, he carefully reminds himself, that he’s writing in honor of his mother.

Lysistrata

Hear me, women!

Lampito

We hear you, woman!

Lysistrata

Welcome Lampito! Come up by me; the hall is almost full.

You look badass, Lampito, bad enough to strangle a bull!

Lampito

I wouldn’t mind kicking some bull butt, Lyssie darling.

Lysistrata

And what lovely breasts you own!

Lampito

Ooh, your fingers are cold.

How do my girls rate, compared to the other’s you’ve known?

Lysistrata

Well, I…

Myrrhine

Whoa, now. We’re not going to talk about the breasts

You’ve fondled, all out here in the open.

Tell us, who called this Council of Women?

Lysistrata

I did.

Myrrhine

Then kick off the party before we all go find our own fun.

Lysistrata

I will.

Hear me, women!

Are you not sad that your men keep walking out the door?

Are you not mad that your men keep dying in an endless war?

This shit’s got to change.

Imagine Greece saved by Woman!

My sisters. My beauties. My tribe.

If we are to make the Man bow to Peace, we must stop…

Myrrhine

What? What do we have to stop?

Lysistrata

Will you stop it if I tell you?

Calonice

We will, we will, if we must die for it.

Lysistrata

We must stop having sex with men. Period.

To every husband and lover you must not open your arms,

Though your denial might just enlarge his charms…

(The women disperse)

Why are you turning your backs? Where are you going?

Do not walk away from me!

Myrrhine

No, Lysistrata. I won’t do it.

Let there be war; I need my man.

Calonice

I’d walk on fire before I’d give up coming home to, you know, cumming.

Lampito

We flatly reject all your requests,

There is nothing’s better than red-hot sex.

Lysistrata

You’re fools, you women! Brainless beauty.

Your lives are bare; just babies and booty!

Your men kill; you pout and cry.

Women, you all deserve to die.

 


INTERLUDE

Grief #1

Frank is staring out of the front window down on the parked cars. A street lamp casts a perfectly round pool of light onto the sidewalk.

Magda is standing in the light, facing the street. Frank sees his mother.

She is dressed in a tailored red jacket, paisley patterned skirt and crisp white blouse. She clutches a small beaded purse to her stomach. A black pillbox hat with a birdcage veil sits on her head.

Magda looks over her left shoulder up at Frank, a quiet, calm look.

Mom? Magda? What…”

Magda looks away, grabs the lamppost and leans out in Gene Kelly’s classic “Singing in the Rain” pose.

Frank takes two steps toward the door, thinks better of it and comes back to the window. 

The cracked sidewalk, the parked cars and dim streetlights of the outer Mission are there; Magda is gone.

Frank starts to run to the door. “Mooooom!” He trips on the edge of the rug and sprawls face down on the living room floor.

He wakes up, clutching his pillow.

 

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapters 3 & 4
Chapter 5
Chapters 6 & 7
Chapters 8 & 9
Chapters 10 & 11
Chapters 12 & 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapters 16 & 17
Chapter 18
Chapters 19 & 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22 & Interlude
Chapter 23
Chapters 24 & 25
Chapters 26 & 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapters 30 & 31

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