unfriendly.

[A man sits down next to a woman and points to the tattoo on her arm.]

Man: What’s that say?

[She looks down at her arm.]

Woman: It says, “It was a boundless place to me and silenced as the awful sea.”

It’s matching—with a friend. I testified in her father’s trial. Prison. He’s out now.

It’s from a poem by Emily Dickinson. It’s called “He Touched Me, So I Live to Know.”

Actually, like—none of Emily Dickinson’s poems have real titles. They’re just known by their first lines because she never named them.

Imagine that—so many creations unnamed. People just calling them by the first thing they ever said.

What if I were called by my first line?

Like, the first sentence that would tell the whole story of me.

What would that sentence be?"

[Pause. She looks back at him]

Maybe something like… I do not want to talk to you. Yes. You.

I do not want to talk about what’s on my body with you.

I wanted one evening without a single hint of you—and the likes of you.

I wanted a night to just exist, without bother.

Man: God, you’re such an unfriendly bitch.

Woman (yelling as he scampers off): AND THE IMAGE IS A LITTLE BOY FISHING—HUCKLEBERRY FINN STYLE!

[Another man enters, sits down next to her, and points to the tattoo on her arm.]

Man: What’s that say?