(If I had a yard, and my yard had a dog, it would go something like this. Lights up on a lawn chair.)
ROCK: I swear I'm going to throw a tantrum.
TWIG: If I don't do what.
ROCK: It isn't what you do; it's what you don't do.
TWIG: I forgot! Can't you cut me—
(All is quiet on the ocean).
OCEAN: (sighs) I never get invited places.
(Skies don't talk).
OCEAN: People come when I invite them—but I never receive invitations!
(Because how would you get there? Curtain!)
(Rural bus stop. Cornfield. Paved road. No potholes. Kate stands. Gary waits for the bus. The crickets mean quiet and twilight. Kate is cold. Gary notices, but that doesn't matter, as they don't know each other.)
GARY: It's horrible that you ate all that butter.
KATE: I won't remember.
GARY: When we raise our children—
(They don't know each other. Curtain.)
Kelin Loe lives in Northampton, MA with Michael and Owl. She attends the MFA Program for Poets and Writers at UMass-Amherst.