On death, children and dragonsAlba: Hey, Kit?Kit:Alba: Kit. Hey, Kit?Kit:Alba: Kit!Kit: What?Alba: You know you're sitting on a dead person, right?Kit: Alba!Alba: What?Kit: Don't! / Don't – I know, alright, I know!Alba: It's true!Kit: I know it's true!Alba: We're in a cemetery, Kit!Kit: I know!Alba: We're surrounded by dead people!Kit: I know!Alba: Hundreds and hundreds of them! Dead and rotting –Kit: I know!Alba: Rotting or rotted! Some of them have nothing left to rot.Kit: Yeah – yeah! – I know!Alba: Well I know you know!Silence.Alba: There's hundreds and hundreds of us here and we're the only two alive.Kit: I know.Silence.Alba: Hey, Kit?Kit:Kit: Yeah?Alba: You know how your dad's dead?Kit:Kit: Yeah. So?Alba: Well, how did he die?Kit:Kit:Alba:Kit: Heroin.Alba: Oh yeah?Kit: Yeah.Silence.Kit: Do you know what that even is?Alba: Yeah! I – yeah! Durr!Kit: Well what / is it?Alba: I know!Kit: What / is it?Alba:
Custard and cremeYou know what you do to me.You're my lollipop, my Big Stix popsicle,the bear claw oozing jam that stains my fingers. The sweet, the sourand the sticky in my Cantonese takeout rice.You're a bad boy, the way you influence me,the way I let you. And yes, we both knowthe kind of diabetic I ambut a girl can still crave, can't she?Oh I'll show you when youget home from work,and don't forget the radish sprouts fromWhole Foods on the way, my pet.