GOODGIRL act1

2025
filing folders, permanent marker, spray paint
spiked choker, surgical gloves, safety goggles, formerly intact vase, fresh white rose

spoken monologue
an act of violence


I’ll never quite know

what
possessed
me

to make me believe...

once upon a time...

that i could trust you
i remember when

   you told me about your son,
   the childkiller

   and how proud you were of him

you're such a great mother.
is that vvhat you vvanted to hear?
i remember when

   in another city
   late at night
   all dolled up
   at a takeout counter
   i could feel
   the quiver in his voice.
   the shine in his eyes.
   the tension of a disagreement
   on the verge of
   a license to kill

i remember

   back in your office
   how you just sat there
   oblivious to how
   fucking terrified
   i was of you



but its hard to say these things
with your fist wrapped around my throat



i remember the precise number 

wait-do i?

you keep saying 
i’m always giving you the wrong numbers. 





two-hundred-and-twenty-one