Listen. I’d like us to begin again. Like a large pair of scissors. Two eyes. Two holes, big enough for your fingers. Artaud, I’m sending you back to the fields. Take these large shears and cut out what’s left.

Artaud doesn’t believe him.

Artaud, we were meant for one another. Simpatico. Amour. This is the cruel laugh that true lovers share.

Artaud looks at the ground.

Remember the cups like warm eggs in our palms? Remember, you kissed the dead skin in my hands?

Artaud yawns, offsetting his jaw like a fish.

Artaud. We’ll start over—like small fish thrown back. You will remember when we swim to the floor.

(Oscar throws a net in the water. The water looks up and throws one right back.)

Artaud laughs.