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Ming, if I bleed to death,
Might my head get so light
That it flies away
And makes a kite for Wang Yue?
(GUANG shakes his head and stops writing, trying to stay practical—to write a will, not a poem.)
Marco, give my wife the useful things I’ve left:
The dollars in the mooncake tin.
Sell my bicycle and send my wife the money.
Wang Yue, forgive me for not giving you enough.
Ming, please sew the holes in me,
Or sow me into the earth.
Plant my body like a seed
Deep in a garden.
Grow me into a tree
Of oranges to eat.
All I want is to be used.
I mean useful.
(GUANG shakes his head again and stops writing.)
Ming, I think I worked so hard
That I discarded the parts of me that weren’t useful:
My poems,
And photos of Want Yue,
And thinking that your belly was the moon.
I thought I worked faster without them.
Now there’s nothing left of me left.
Have I been so useful to this country
That it has used me up?
Wang Yue, forgive me for not giving you myself.
Ming, your lunatic, tock, is stopping,
Drip by drop.
I forget the poem about us and the moon.
Was I the moon and you the body of water?
Don’t lose the useless part of me.
The heart of me.
All I want is to be…
I mean…
credits
from
Stuck Elevator,
released November 3, 2013
Music by Byron Au Yong
Words by Aaron Jafferis
Director: Chay Yew
Music Director: Dolores Duran-Cefalu
Starring Julius Ahn as Guang
Violin: Cary Koh
Cello: Michael Graham
Percussion: Allen Biggs
Sound Engineer: Suzanna Bailey
Audio Editing: Byron Au Yong
American Conservatory Theatre, San Francisco, April 16, 2013
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