The real witch :
what is my name?
Is he asking me what is my name?
Poetess : I am sure he is asking someone else.
The real witch : and who?
I would like to know myself.
Poetess ( to Prince ) : throw some money at her,
She will like it.
The real witch : he better have an idea,
We are on a romantic date here.
Poetess : I am happy!
I had a dream about Donald Trump becoming next President.
Inner voice : what about Hilary,
Aren't you women supposed to support each other.
The real witch : what are you feeding him?
He has this weird ideas that people are friends,
and people and animals are friends.
I am not going to be friend with a shark.
Inner voice : we have to realize we are all have to love and respect each other.
Personally I think I would love only beautiful women. .
We have to trust and appreciate each other.
(Checking door with five locks).
Inner voice : where are my beauties!
Three giant German Sheppards are wagging tails.
Inner voice : did you drink milk before going to bed?
The dogs lie down near the door.
Inner voice : time to meditate.
I am calm, I am very calm, I am calm like never before
(Repeats five hundred times ).
The dogs are barking.
Inner voice : if my puppies will bark one more time tonight,
I am going to buy one more lock, gun and dog...
Poetess : Men are so selfish.
All they want to be surprised in bed and kitchen.
What about being surprised on the road while driving.
No, honking.
May be there is a secret meaning
When a woman sitting at the middle of intersection on red light?
Or signaling right and driving straight?
I almost left the car and key.
Here, you metal hat.
Inner voice : thank you, is it double protection?
Poetess : I am beginning on my knees about my wish to come true.
Inner voice : if I be dressed would it help.
We all, two, have to help each other.
Is he asking me what is my name?
Poetess : I am sure he is asking someone else.
The real witch : and who?
I would like to know myself.
Poetess ( to Prince ) : throw some money at her,
She will like it.
The real witch : he better have an idea,
We are on a romantic date here.
Poetess : I am happy!
I had a dream about Donald Trump becoming next President.
Inner voice : what about Hilary,
Aren't you women supposed to support each other.
The real witch : what are you feeding him?
He has this weird ideas that people are friends,
and people and animals are friends.
I am not going to be friend with a shark.
Inner voice : we have to realize we are all have to love and respect each other.
Personally I think I would love only beautiful women. .
We have to trust and appreciate each other.
(Checking door with five locks).
Inner voice : where are my beauties!
Three giant German Sheppards are wagging tails.
Inner voice : did you drink milk before going to bed?
The dogs lie down near the door.
Inner voice : time to meditate.
I am calm, I am very calm, I am calm like never before
(Repeats five hundred times ).
The dogs are barking.
Inner voice : if my puppies will bark one more time tonight,
I am going to buy one more lock, gun and dog...
Poetess : Men are so selfish.
All they want to be surprised in bed and kitchen.
What about being surprised on the road while driving.
No, honking.
May be there is a secret meaning
When a woman sitting at the middle of intersection on red light?
Or signaling right and driving straight?
I almost left the car and key.
Here, you metal hat.
Inner voice : thank you, is it double protection?
Poetess : I am beginning on my knees about my wish to come true.
Inner voice : if I be dressed would it help.
We all, two, have to help each other.
Poetess: we should
do things together!
Inner voice (to
himself): everyday is a crisis here...
Poetess (to the
audience): he is only one and only .. and who is present here,
I want to thank for
everything (reading list of everything, 3 seconds)
Some one else
couldn't attend.
Every night I am
personally thanking this amazing person non stop, shaking hand and
hugging.
And I want you to
see his beautiful face.
Audience: he is
naked!
Poetess
(dreamingly): I can't forget the moment when I took this picture.
Inner voice
(dreaming): when did I take this picture?
Poetess: I can show
you movie about us (showing paper).
Poetess (reading
from the paper): what if some one want to make a movie about me?
Inner voice: it
will be easy, ten minutes is good enough to watch at lunch in
museums.
Poetess: what about
the actress?
Inner voice: one
quality.
Poetess
(dreamingly): beautiful..thank you (whispering).
Inner voice: no.
Poetess (dreamingly
with smile): intelligent..
Inner voice: no.
Poetess: there is
nothing else!
Inner voice: crazy.
Poetess: can at
least a black woman play me?
Inner voice: Welcome to the club!
Poetess (looking around) : it's empty here?
Inner voice : you are the first one.
Poetess is thinking what to say.
Inner voice : you are asking too many questions.
Why didn't you stay in the forest any way?
I am sure, wild bears would love you.
Poetess : I wanted to work in the office.
Poetess is lying in the bath tab and watching movie.
Paintings on the wall, ice cream and educational magazines.
She is drinking orange juice.
We will be nice here.
The phone starts to ring.
Poetess : Good day..
Inner voice : why are you not at work?
It's Friday, lady.
Poetess : my back, I mean my butt, my belly..
(To herself ) faking all the time.
Inner voice : wake up already,
We are at work actually.
( Moving cup with change closer to the road).
Poetess : do you like my writing,
How I write?
Inner voice (pretending he is dreaming): what?
Poetess : I was thinking,
Any poets who are living has more chances to write a beautiful story,
Like doing better then great poets who are gone.
So I am doing better than Shakespeare..
Inner voice : What's your real job?
Poetess : I should write it's a fun fiction story,
Because people will think that I am writing my daily experiences here.
Inner voice : It's fake people!
Poetess : Everything is going to be great for people
I love and like.
Inner voice : I am already here.
Poetess : and why are you taking your clothes off?
Inner voice : can't be any closer..
Poetess: I wrote a story!
Inner voice: I am sure middle aged women will be very happy.
Poetess: what middle age?
I am not even sixty.
Inner voice: I hate working too.
Poetess (thinking of where to hide weights at work): what's wrong with it?
Inner voice: being a nice person at my work is a curse.
Poetess: I read in newspaper about some company,
Few employees got poisoned and they sued the company.
The fridge didn't work all weekend, first thing on Monday, bym..
Inner voice: we are not so lucky.
Poetess: I wrote a story (looking at the mirror) about some one else
And I think I need professional advise about where shall I go with it.
Inner voice: I have a friend for that.
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: what's your name boy?
Poetess: boy? Irina.
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: the mostest and importenest thing is grammar
And you have to know what a h..eck you are talking about.
Poetess (writing): the mostest importenest thing..
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: yes, I was surprised myself
When the nurse started to take off my clothes.
Poetess: the nurse?
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: no, the horse was after, or before...
Let me think my beautiful ladies.
Poetess (kind of melting with a smile): thank you...
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: me to, I am thanking only the ambulance.
I was writing a poem about farm,
Special edition Mister Taker had a horse, pig, chickens and pit bulls,
I had to ride all of them myself,
Grandma with stupid questions, she was the last one.
Poetess: you were riding grandma?
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: she said she was single.
We have to trust people.
Mister Taker had something else too, but since the children might read,
We can't talk about any weapons, especially illegal.
It was a poem for the police.
Nice detective, gave me a pillow to sit down,
We were writing for a year..
Poetess: and what happened?
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: Peter? who is Peter?
You?
Poetess : my name is Irina.
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry :
What I was doing in the air?
I was asking this question myself:
What I am doing in the air with a laundry bag?
What am I doing in the air at all.
Five minutes, lovely conversation between birds and myself.
Wind must be changed the direction,
That was the third nurse explanation,
The one with wings didn't explain anything,
Told me to get ... out and start .. working.
And I am working my friends,
Teaching children and adults,
We are writing new story
" Penguin versus Trax, the dinosaur"..
Poetess : let's shake this old dirty bag for some news.
(Shaking the bag): hmm, money!
You know, I save shit every where
And then I don't remember where I saved it.
Inner voice : you know, you have never written me a beautiful love poem.
Poetess : about what?
Inner voice ( loud with questions in the voice) : pardon me?!
Poetess ( suspiciously ): about us?
Inner voice : you wrote about cabbages..
Poetess : it was for my Golden cabbage award.
Inner voice : wrote about fish and chips, one week dinner, wrote about cheesecake.
Poetess : cheesecake?
Inner voice : yeah, the one was on my face.
Poetess (happily): may be we were doing something romantic?!
Inner voice : not with the box.
Poetess (loud): since I paid the price
(showing a bus ticket $3,75),
The Golden cabbage award is better to be mine.
I will be slightly dressed on my ears and
Will read my best poem of the year:
They were f..ing all over the place...all night ..
Inner voice (chokes on a cup of tea): who? us?
Poetess : no! the cats!
I am writing only about reality,
Kiittens are my mom's home business.
