so go the ghosts of méxico, part one by Matthew Paul Olmos Contact: Leah Hamos The Gersh Agency 41 Madison Avenue, 33 rd Floor, New York, NY 10010 212.917.1818
[email protected] i part I a brave woman in méxico the people a brave woman in méxico the police chief the husband el morete güero a place méxico, present day Spanish translation by Mariana Carreño King ii the beginning an emptying dirt and gravel parking lot: vacant spaces and cars-recently-left surrounded by cars-abandoned-who- the-fuck-knows. MARI and HUSBAND fuck in an emptied car. HUSBAND Lemme just— MARI Yea, I know, it’s— HUSBAND You’re on my— MARI I’m trying to— HUSBAND Will you get…over— MARI I don’t want be…over, I wanna be right…on…this… HUSBAND Fine then lift your— MARI I can’t, you go around— HUSBAND Mari, I can’t keep it in if I can’t— MARI You’re a man, if there’s a way to keep it in, you will. (HUSBAND tries a different approach; they find a rhythm) HUSBAND See that. Lookit us— MARI Will you/just— HUSBAND See how we can be— 1 MARI No words. (Just as HUSBAND feels in synch, MARI pulls off. On their separation, we hear a breaking of static; they both notice, but think nothing of it) HUSBAND Okay… MARI This isn’t— HUSBAND Wow. I know that look. MARI I’m not looking at you, I’m just— HUSBAND What? (pause) Say it. MARI Tomorrow.