ACT III

STARRING: the hero with a molten amber voice tuned to the sound of something

br e ak i n g

IN WHICH: the hero boxes up their trinkets, slamming the door in a mockery of applause— a sharp-toothed staccato, triumphant, and serrated by love

YOU CAN’T: box up a melody OR swing an ax at wistful chords but you can take the dye in your hair like rust and gold, AND your laughter like the sweetest scythe, AND

[exit, stage le ]

wait! please. just give me back our favorite song— i only think of you in the key of b minor

IF ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE: then i am just an extra unscripted, (half-here), some Person A in your ensemble singing cast-iron harmonies to a molten amber voice

[exit, stage right, pursued by the one you le behind]

By Sarah Fung Sarah Fung