The Hallie and Jordan Masterworks

Act II: The roof is on fire. We need water.

An empty room, and empty you, an empty—
Emptiness.
Is the glass half full or half—
Eleven and half. Birthday party. No one came.
Dad opens the door. Opens his buckle.
Open the tear ducts.
Shattered glass and shattered dreams
Dreams of a white Christmas dyed red
Red—the color of stop signs
The color of rudolph’s runny nose
He got punched in the kisser
Kiss her.
Softly.
Tenderly.
She ran away to Europe
She packed up my heart.
Evette—
You son of a bitch.
Lately I’ve been dreaming of a fist fight
I’m knocking Daddy to the ground and he screams
Don’t do this
I didn’t mean to—
Hurt you?
I only meant to—
I hurt myself.
I’m scrubbing the bathroom floor
But the tiles don’t want redemption
The tiles are sinners
The tiles are the tiles are the tiles are—
Tiles.
Punch the jukebox of my soul and hear a tune
Spoon feed me the chicken noodle soup of my destiny
The chicken noodle soup of my—
I want you in the back seat
I want you in the passenger seat
I want you under the hood
I want you in the truck
I want you
I want you
I want you—
Anyone have jumper cables? Let’s restart the transmission.
Let’s jump start my heart
Let’s jump start my—
Silence.
Don’t say a word
You’ve already said a world
Asia Africa North and south America
School day ditties remind me of Daddy
Remind me of leather
Remind me of long, black—
There’s a scar on my shoulder
It looks like a reindeer
It looks like a childhood lost
It looks like growing up too soon
It looks like—
There’s a treasure map that leads to
Nova Scotia
The land of my fathers
Father? When are you coming home?
I miss you.
Father?
Father.
I miss the pain
The pain in my side
The pain in my butt
The pain in my shoulder
Sweet sweet succulent—
Build a sundae of my youth
Chocolate swirl
Sprinkles
Cherry on top
Whipped cream—
Whip.
Please don’t!
Daddy!
Da—
Yummmm
Mmmmm
Strawberries!
I’m hungry
I’ve always been hungry
For soemthign you could never give me
I was born with an insatiable appetite
An unquenchable thirst—
Then I discovered Kool Aid.
I love me some Kool Aid
I love me some Daddy
Why don’t you love me?
Why don’t you love—
Love.
Love?
Love!
Love…
LoveFormally/Cordially>Hallie
Hand+hand+hand+heart
Plus shoulder.
Shoulder.
I still feel it.
Welts.
Welches
I’m thirsty—
I’m dreaming of a white—
You’re dreaming of a white—
White power!
Daddy?

End.