A Visit From Diotima Lll Poem by Morgan Michaels

MM Easy for you to say.
(a pounding at the door. Shouting from outside)
L Hey, cut the racket in there, I'm trying to sleep.
Third time this week! Do you know what time it is?
One more peep, I'll rip your eyes out!
MM Sorry, Louise, really. It won't happen again.
L Right! I'm calling the super, tomorrow...I mean, today.
It's time this building got a little pest control!
MM It won't happen again, Louise. Sorry.
(she leaves)
D So that's Louise. She sounds like a mob of one.
MM Yeah. Now are you amused?
D I hope so-I'm a muse, after all.
MM I mean as in satisfied. Louise was pissed and it's your fault.
D Excuse me? I don't know what you mean.
MM You were singing a little loud. Given the hour.
D Oh, don't try to put this on me! Fine, when you need me around.
But when I need you-it's MY FAULT.
MM Ssh, she'll be back.
D Wuss! Ask me if I care.You might cope with your neighbors
if you had any balls!
MM Diotima, I think it's time.
D (standing up on the bed) Are you throwing me out?
I know my rights! (shouts) RAPA! RAPA!
MM Stop! And watch those heels. This is a water bed.
D The last one in the country! Why don't you get a real bed?
MM My back. Doctor's orders. Besides, I like it.
Now, if you'll excuse me.