The ice is grey and the leaves are grey and the streets are grey and the people are grey and the words are all grey and the skirts of the little girls are grey and fifteen flowers fluttering in the fall wind are grey and lots of lilies are grey, too, and my eyes are grey and the whole day is grey today and today is today and grey and today is a day, what a grey sun in the sky and what a grey way to say goodbye and how grey must we be and gay?
HUGH
Give way May, to the harbinger of yesterday!
MAY
Oh Hugh, it’s you.
HUGH
Who else but the man who adores you?
MAY
And makes love to.
HUGH
As rarely as the planets do.
MAY
Please say something new.
HUGH
These robes won’t do, the sleeves are baby blue, and they’re touching the rooftop of my shoe, which are blue too, and the dirt is baby blue; the worms are baby blue; the babies of worms are born baby blue, which wriggle underneath your toes painted electric blue, which I licked that one night when your eyes were dark blue, and looking now I can’t see the way that you move, or the places you go to, maybe the cages of the national zoo, but did you ever once think of taking me too?
MAY
Fuck you.
HUGH
If only to be renewed.
MAY
What the hell is it that you want me to do?
HUGH
Take me too?
CALVIN
What I want to know is why you guys are still speaking in rhyme.
MAY
It’s time.
CALVIN
Congratulations, you’re a bitch.
HUGH
One more—
CALVIN
What, stitch? As in, time?
HUGH
Calvin, you're not in your prime...
CALVIN
This needs to end.
MAY
Hugh, it’s time to be friends.
HUGH
But, that depends…
MAY
No. Goodbye.
MAY leaves.
HUGH
Ohmygod she left.
CALVIN
Probably all your rhyming.
Oh wow, are you crying?
HUGH
…Maybe.
CALVIN
Pussy.
CALVIN strolls away. HUGH is alone.
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