Scenes from the Thirteenth Night
1.
“Oh, Seb, I thought we’d never be together,”
Antonio whines as they lie in bed entwined,
his dark curls resting on Sebastian’s chest.
And Sebastian strokes that hair and responds,
“I told you, Tony, ‘Livia was just a practical move;
it’s you I’ve always loved, from that first time at sea.”
2.
“’Cesario,’ Olivia says to Viola,” that’s what
I’ll always call you, Love, ‘cause even though
your secret maidenhead’s what I wanted to claim,
I still like you looking all butched up in your boots.
“Call me what you like,” Vi replies, “as long
as I can get you out of that silk gown
and fifty layers of undergarments.”
3.
“Feste, sweet Feste, I’m such a fool for you,”
Orsino admits, “and I love it when you come
round here to fool around with me.”
“But, Orsie, there’s no greater foolishness
than fooling with a fool,” jokes Feste,
“though I concede I want to take advantage
of your folly—and take your ducal scepter.”
4.
“Malvolio, you’re so uptight,” Andrew says;
“what you need’s to relax and have a little fun.”
“But Andy, how’m I supposed to loosen up
when I’ve just been bashed by obnoxious
Toby and that wicked wench Maria?
What I need’s to get my revenge on those assholes!”
“The past is past, Mal, just let them go
and pound my eager ass instead.”
Copyright 2015
T. Allen Culpepper