Quinze

In which a lover from the previous piece is seen with a new lover.

(A bunch of GUYS and GALS at a club or a bar. Enter DARLA, dressed as a man.)

DARLA
Oh shit. This is really happeniiiing you're really doiiiing thiiiiis.
(singsonging) La la la laaa da daaa.
(she laughs at herself, then makes a serious face and claps her hands together)
Man up.

(Darla goes to the bar.)

DARLA
What's on tap.

FEMALE BARTENDER
Sam Adams, Yuengling, MGD, Heineken...

DARLA
Give me a Heiney, sugar.

FEMALE BARTENDER
Holy crap you're a girl.

Quatorze

In which a lover from the previous piece is seen with a new lover.

Ronnie Ziegler: This - Darla and I - will be the end.

...I imagine my mind as a great gumball machine made of skin. There is an infinite desert all around stretching to a cactus-lined dust bowl horizon, like the background in a Krazy Kat cartoon. The sun is cherry red and watches curiously. When I was born, the landscape was flat, a blameless expanse. Anything could have happened there. There were probably dust storms. Then as I got older, out of the sky came the gumballs. See, the sky, and the sun, and the immense distant desert, they're all a painted backdrop, a Hollywood Western facade. In truth, it's just a great fishbowl with a coin slot at the top, and the great circle of the bottom is stretched like a drum, and like I said, it's all sewn from flesh.

So, through the slot in the fake sky, the memories fell in like gumballs.