Bay Area Girl
Josie Braaten
In the black screen, I watched M undress me slowly.
I wanted to cry.
Alex burrowed into my cold, bright grave, nestled in tight.
That night she found me on Facebook.
The written word, music, visual arts. These, if done well, are the unconscious sneaking past the curtain. Using language to self-implode Logic. Some real Matrix shit.
In the black screen, I watched M undress me slowly.
I wanted to cry.
We're given breath, also the mystery of life.
If I tell you what’s in the bag, will you let me continue to play dumb?
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub