Scene: [In the house of Mary and Martha, Mary prepares for her wedding while Martha, ever the bridesmaid, ruminates under yards and yards of what do you call it gossamer veils bunched into the ideal form of a bridesmaid dress. O Martha, thou lost one, you’ll totally be able to wear it again (if you like looking like a fat red triangle!)]
Mary: I’m so so happy! I feel my soul soaring, wafting over regions of cycles of generations that have lived! Have you seen Lilith? She didn’t show up for her fitting.
Martha: [Muttering with the thunder of rebellion] That screech owl? She’s probably fucking Azazel in the bathroom. Wish I was with them.
Mary: O Martha! Martha Martha Martha! The wonder of it! The love I have for Jesus grows to heaven’s own what do you call it magnitude! I feel like I’m floating, flowing, simply swirling! Hey, do you think he’ll like these gold sandals with my dress?
Martha: Yeah. If he likes you to look like Hermes.
Mary: Oh Martha, everything will be so beautiful. All the stars are aligned perfectly for us too! He’s a Capricorn and I’m a Virgin.
Martha: [Moaning] Yeah right.
Mary: And I’m a Virgin, young dear and radiant, so we make such astrological sense together. We will have parallax minds and hearts! Do you have to drink so much? Such horrible gulpings, you’ll be drunk before the ceremony. And I want everything to be perfect. Together we will spin out our love into the infinite of space and of time! And just think Martha, our wedding will be the alpha and nothing, absolutely nothing will go wrong!
Martha: [Ominous, revengeful] Nothing will go wrong. That’s a good idea, Mary. For once you’re thinking with that horse’s head you’ve got wafting above all that simply swirling. Nothing. Nothing is everything, if done properly. Have you seen my phone?