1. Sestina

Sublimation

Act I
She sleeps, wakes, puts TV on; she is home,
Her coffee is hot, she cannot find her pills.
The sun stares at her from its red lair of fire;
Smile races through her face and her dress is blue.
He is nice – she thinks – sensitive, and a little stupid –
As she leaves the room four walls fall black.

Act II (flash-forward)
On the inside of her eyes she dreams black,
Of the place that is a flat but no longer home.
You can only be very smart to be, oh so stupid.
Now she would kill to come back for her pills
In the morning when her dress was still blue.
Fixating disgust sets her on fire.

Act III
She puts the kettle on and turns on the fire,
She makes the coffee that is hot, sweet and black.
As she drops the box of which the colour is blue
She remembers – forgets, to make her way home
There is a word behind her will to remember; pills,
If there was only a way to determine the right from stupid.

Act IV
Circulating adrenaline turns her stupid
And stiletto heels burn her legs like fire.
She still does not remember about her pills,
Until the world spins upside down and her vision goes black.
Remember me not; there is no place like home
When your arms, legs and eyes suddenly turn blue.

Act V
On the other side of the mirror the grass is blue.
When the world suddenly contracts her thoughts are stupid.
The fortress of her body becomes a deserted home;
Under her eyelids live tears of fire. [prayer]
‘Let me be made of glass deep and black.
Let me come back home and take my pills.

Act VI
Let me come back home and take my pills!
Before I worn the dress that was blue,
And the four walls of the room went black,
Before I realized that I am the one who is stupid;
And the hell opened to set me on fire,
And before the world decided to steal away my home.’

Epilogue
The sky is on fire and she is contorted in a pure vibrant blue,
She is lost on her way home and there is no pills.
Today stupid is a new black.