FLASHLIGHT ON EMILY'S FACE
(To the audience)   It's a five hour drive from my parent's house to the school, but that didn't even matter.   It was like I was a rubber band shooting into space.   It was like the car drove itself.
            There was no scenery.   There was only her face, her fingers.   There was only the curve of her.   The fire tip of my never ending cigarette glowing two inches from my mouth, like her burning lips, and I'd suck the nicotine closer, bringing the fire of her closer to me, the road a fuse and I a traveling spark burning with no option down the lit path, ash my trail, ash blowing into the wind my history there was no behind me no rearview mirror, there was only the end of her, the x mark, only the destination of her hanging hair, of her shaking in her solitude crying desperate over the phone, the picture of her over a garbage can, exploding over and over in my head, there were only heats I traveled through, street names passed like dancing alphabets, all until they shook to reveal her name.   Lorena,
QUICK LIGHT PULSE ON LORENA
  my crying unrequited, Lorena,
QUICK LIGHT PULSE ON LORENA
  my shaking Juliet, Lorena
QUICK LIGHT PULSE ON LORENA
  I haven't tasted yet, my mouth watering from the hunger of her presence, of her, how will I soothe her without touching, afraid of being silent, afraid of being electrocuted, afraid of saying all the words that brought me here,
LIGHTS UP ON STAGE. FLASHLIGHT OFF. SLIDE OF LORENA'S SIDE UP
to our closed door.