"Toco tu boca, con un dedo toco el borde de tu boca, voy dibujándola como si saliera de mi mano, como si por primera vez tu boca se entreabriera, y me basta cerrar los ojos para deshacerlo todo y recomenzar, hago nacer cada vez la boca que deseo, la boca que mi mano elige y te dibuja en la cara, una boca elegida entre todas, con soberana libertad elegida por mí para dibujarla con mi mano por tu cara, y que por un azar que no busco comprender coincide exactamente con tu boca que sonríe por debajo de la que mi mano te dibuja.
Me miras, de cerca me miras, cada vez más de cerca y entonces jugamos al cíclope, nos miramos cada vez más de cerca y nuestros ojos se agrandan, se acercan entre sí, se superponen y los cíclopes se miran, respirando confundidos, las bocas se encuentran y luchan tibiamente, mordiéndose con los labios, apoyando apenas la lengua en los dientes, jugando en sus recintos donde un aire pesado va y viene con un perfume viejo y un silencio. Entonces mis manos buscan hundirse en tu pelo, acariciar lentamente la profundidad de tu pelo mientras nos besamos como si tuviéramos la boca llena de flores o de peces, de movimientos vivos, de fragancia oscura. Y si nos mordemos el dolor es dulce, y si nos ahogamos en un breve y terrible absorber simultáneo del aliento, esa instantánea muerte es bella. Y hay una sola saliva y un solo sabor a fruta madura, y yo te siento temblar contra mí como una luna en el agua."
*Scene Thirteen - Downtown [Girl, Interrupted]
DR. WICK: Melvin says you have some very interesting theories about your illness. You believe there is mystical undertow in life. Quick sands of shadows.
SUSANNA: Yeah, and another one of my theories is that you people don’t know what you’re doing.
DR. WICK: Still, you acknowledge there is a problem coping with this quicksand.
SUSANNA: You know, I have a problem coping with this hospital. I wanna leave.
DR. WICK: I can’t do that.
SUSANNA: I signed myself in, I should be able to sign myself out.
DR. WICK: You signed yourself into our care. We decide when you leave. You’re not ready for it, Susanna... Your progress has plateaued. Does that disappoint you?
SUSANNA: I’m ambivalent. In fact, that’s my new favorite word.
DR. WICK: Do you know what that means, ambivalence?
SUSANNA: I don’t care.
DR. WICK: If it’s your favorite word, I would have thought…
SUSANNA: It means, I don’t care! That’s what it means.
DR. WICK: On the contrary, Susanna. Ambivalence suggests strong feelings in opposition. The prefix, as in ambidextrous, means “both”, the rest of it, in Latin, means “vigor”. The word suggests that you are torn between two opposing courses of action.
SUSANNA: Will I stay or will I go?
DR. WICK: Am I sane or am I crazy?
SUSANNA: Those aren’t courses of action.
DR.WICK: They can be, dear. For some.
SUSANNA: Well, then it’s the wrong word.
DR. WICK: No, I think it’s perfect... "Quis hic locus? Quae regio? Quae mundis plaga?: What world is this? What kingdom? What shores of what worlds?" It’s a very big question you’re faced with, Susanna. The choice of your life. How much will you indulge in your flaws? What are your flaws? Are they flaws? If you embrace them, will you commit yourself to hospital for life? Big questions, big decisions. Not surprising you profess carelessness about them.
SUSANNA: Is that it?
DR. WICK: For now.
(Cut. Susanna leaves Dr. Wick’s office and goes down the stairs as Lisa is brought up to Dr. Wick. They take a long look at one another.)
