Unscene/On the cutting room floor

Establishing shot: To Frances Burney

I don’t know how she does it,

I don’t know how she did.

What choice?

Seven men,

And when the question rose,

Qui me tiendra ce sein?

She said, I will,

She chose.

 

And like today, my choice laid plain,

When I look back,

Would I make it again?

 

I don’t know how you did it

And I walk towards the knife,

Steel glitters.

Strange perverted choice.

Cut me! I call.

Slice me left and right.

(And all the world watches Angelina Jolie, seeming unscathed.)

And the man, it’s always a man,

Takes up the knife.

Strange courage, cut that which might be good.

His risk, and mine,

Partners in violation.

What good could they have done?

And what harm?

Death and life in his plastic hand.

 

I don’t know how you do it.

Nor do I,

Each morning as I watch my fingers crawl,

A little higher up the wall.

Did I make the right choice?

You chose.

They never knew,

What grew inside you.

Who can tell?

I’ll never know if I share my sister’s fate.

(it’s ninety-ten)

And still I chose.

What choice had you?

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