I met this guy once, this fellow I met, not really met, but, you know, "saw a lot of in a short span of time." It's difficult to sort this part out, difficult and, now that I talk about it, a little...painful. Saw a LOT of, like all of. And he saw me. All of...but the time was really short, I had to check out and get to a conference.... (long pause. She is frozen, lost) and he had to go to work... at a slaughterhouse. Anyway... he wasn't right for me and I sure wasn't right for him... but we SAW A LOT OF EACH OTHER IN A VERY SHORT PERIOD OF TIME... Anyway... the part I wanted to say is how this guy was sitting across from me and smiling down at his hands and I could see that his face was frozen in this huge smile. He kept looking down, and i watched for a while and I thought, God, I have made him really happy. I didn't even have to touch him to make him so happy he smiled like that for a long time. He smiled right through till it was time to go. Then I noticed his eyes were really wet. His eyes got really wet and started to drip. He dripped into his hands like that right in front of me and I said: what is behind that smile?
from Fuckjoy, a play
by Chicago playwright _______ Kelley
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