A dark and dusty room, in a run-down apartment. There is only one window in the back center of the room, toward back stage right, letting the dusty purple light of dusk ripple in.

Thinker: What are you doing?

Poet: I am thinking.

Thinker: That’s my job, your job is to write.

Poet: Will you let me be?

Thinker: Well you said you were going to write today…and –

Poet: Stop it. You’re making my blood rise.

Thinker: Fine! Then I’ll write, I’ll write right now, so we can leave this dump!

She grabs a pen and scrambles around the books on the floor looking for a paper.

Poet: I didn’t become a poet for that reason…(getting up violently) I didn’t sacrifice everything I’ve ever lived for, for that! For that ugly, inhumane commodity…what have I become?

Thinker: A poet.

Poet: You only say that to make me feel better. Perhaps it’s only your thoughts you are thinking…perhaps no one on this here earth thinks the same.

Thinker: They can go to hell.

Poet: Let me think.

Thinker: No. You must write.

Poet: (walks restlessly around the room) I can’t breathe in here, this murky room, all these books, what are we doing with all these books?

Thinker: Leave my books alone! Why are you always getting involved in my things, your job is to write.

Poet: Ha! To write! I don’t believe you, what if you are wrong?

Thinker: A thinker is never wrong, I can see you from here but you can’t see yourself…here, let me bring you a mirror…(she brings him a mirror from the corner of the room)

Poet: No, leave it, I’d rather not.

Thinker: Open the curtain, let me bring you the moon.

Poet: I’ve seen the moon before, I’m looking for something new…

Thinker: Something I’ll never see?

Poet: You’ll see it.

Thinker: I never do, I don’t have time. But I’ll make time if you won’t. If you wait another moment, I’ll punch your virile head.

Poet: I’ll throw you out the window if you punch my head.

Thinker: And what will you do without me?

Poet: Nothing I suppose. I’ll do nothing. Not a damn thing….

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Daniella Alma McGrath - Daniella is a British actress from London, living in New York City. In addition, she is a guest writer and film producer for Monologue Blogger Films. Her latest work as an actress, can be seen in her most recent feature film “Being Dead”, as the role of Young Celice Adkins, alongside Elizabeth Marvel and Linus Roache.