JUMPING CHOLLA

A play

 by

 Dorothy lemoult

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dorothy Lemoult

615 Bellevue Ave E # 310

Seattle- WA 98102

dorothylemoult@gmail.com                                                              ©2005-2006                                                                                                                                                               

 

Jumping cholla

Readers, pleasenote : this work is in progress.

1.

Lights up on the still standing skeleton of a tall cactus. The cactus is adorned  with various items of lingerie, cheap jewelry and a pair of hot pink stilettos. Mac appears from the darkness. He has been walking for a very long time. He is delirious.  He stops and examines the cactus. He touches the clothes and picks up the shoes. He talks to the cactus.

MAC

Oooooh…  You’re pretty.

You’re tall. I haven’t seen too many tall ones like you.  Oooh, look at your pretty flower…

MAC goes to pick the flower.

The cactus jumps a little and MAC drops the flower.

OW, DON’T FUCKING. JUMP AT ME. YOU STUPID!

OW OW OW, YOU HURT ME MOTHERFUCKER.  YOU HURT ME WITH YOUR STUPID THORNS!!!

 

MAC picks up the flower from the ground and tries to suck on it. The flower is disgusting.

BWAH !PFAWH! PPH!

What good does it do you to have pretty flowers if they don’t even taste good?!!

I’m hungry you stupid fuck.

I thought we could be friends. That you could feed me.

Fine. I don’t like you, FINE!

MAC looks around, terrified. He sits down by the cactus, exhausted. His voice breaks.

 

 

 

                                                                             MAC

I’m just going to sit here and wait ok? We’re just going to rest a bit. And then, we’ll walk some more. And then,Mamí is going to come. And bring me my favorite.  Hibiscus juice. If only you could taste that juice you would be so ashamed that your flowers taste so bad. You’d be ashamed of your gross flowers. Oh you just wait.  She’ll come. And everything is going to be all right.

MAC hums “Everything is gonna be all right…” from “Three little birds”by Bob Marley and rocks slowly, under the thick afternoon sun.

   

2.

Lights stay at half on MAC as they come up on Jumping Cholla Junction , a gas station with one gas pump. The shop has an accessible flat roof and neon signs readings “Cigarettes, 99c Coffee, Frito Pies etc… The sun is setting. We hear MARTA having an orgasm from inside the shop. Pretty soon, we also hear BOB climaxing and then nothing.

Mac simultaneously rocks and his rocking gradually slows down with the sounds of BOB and MARTA.

MARTA comes out of the shop buttoning up her blouse. She is sweaty and glows.
MAC puts his face in his hands. He remains still.  

 

MARTA

O Bobby... Bobby Bobby Bobby Bobby.

She swiftly climbs onto the roof and takes in the sunset.

Mmmmmmm. Sun setting after love.

Like chocolate: perfect.


                                                                                                                                                                     
Bob comes out of the shop buckling his belt and looks up at Marta.    She blows him a kiss  .        He goes through his pockets, looking for his cigarettes.      

               

BOB

Any pirates in sight?

MARTA

Mayyyyybe.

BOB

Heh that’s my girl! Always looking out!

Both of them stand there taking the sunset in. Bob pulls out a cigarette and lights it. Marta sits on the edge of the roof, dangling her legs and fixing her hair. Bob looks up at her and finds her eyes. Their eyes lock. MARTA smiles. 

BOB

You’re quite the catch you know that. I must have been doing som’ right that day you and I---                                              (he catches himself reminiscing)

Baby girl, that was… hot. Really really hot. 

Pause.

Of course now I gotta screw the cash register back in, but outer than that...

She laughs.

MARTA

O Bob, I never knew men could be like this!

BOB

Like what?

MARTA

Like an angel of love. You are my angel, my godsend angel.

BOB

That’s me all right. Check out the wings.

He grabs the sleeves on his plaid shirt and flaps them around making a funny birdlike angel sound. Marta laughs and goes to the altar she has made on the roof. She picks up a small rock, kisses it and places it on the altar.

MARTA

One rock for every time you love me.

She sits pensive by the altar. Looks up at the sky. Bob lights up a cigarette and watches her from afar.

MARTA

Is like I was always here with you… I will always here be.  

BOB

I will always be here.

MARTA

Hah?

BOB

I will be here. Not I will here be.

MARTA

Ah sí: I -will-be-here.

Pause.

I will be here: right?

BOB

Raaight. That’s the proper way to say it.  

MARTA

Thank you!

BOB

De nada.

Silence. Marta thinks about verbs for a moment. Bob smokes.

 

BOB

(Climbing the ladder with difficulty)

You know I don’t care, right?

MARTA

About what?

BOB

Your bad------- your mistakes.

I lik’em.

MARTA

You do?

BOB

(Reaching the top of the roof)

Yeah. It’s...uh... exotic.



MARTA

Eggs- o- tic?

BOB 

(Sitting on the edge with MARTA)

Yeah. It’s hot.

MARTA

Egg- o - tic means hot?

BOB

Yeah kinda. It’s like sexy from some place far away.

MARTA

Ah sí …: EXOTICA!!!

Is the same word in Spanish.

Pause.

What’s exotic about speaking wrong?
 

BOB

It’s not wrong Mar.

MARTA

But is not right. 

BOB

It’s... sexy, I just TOLD you.

MARTA

I live here now; I want to speak right.

BOB

Speak how you speak, it’s fine.  

MARTA

But I want to speak like you.

BOB                (Flapping his “wings”again)

Better work on your.... Angel Talk then!

MARTA

Don’t make fun, correct me!  

BOB

All right Pumpkin, I just did, All right?

MARTA

Bob?

BOB

Yes sweetheart.

 

MARTA

Promise you’ll always love me.

BOB

As long as we’re together, I will.  

MARTA

Promise.

BOB

You got it.

 

MARTA

Promise!

 

BOB

I promise.


MARTA

And after?

BOB

After what?

MARTA

After I’m gone!

BOB

Where?

MARTA

In the sky. With the Virgén.

BOB

Don’t talk about that Marta.

MARTA

Is gonna happen one day!

BOB

Yeah but. Not now!

MARTA

You don’t know that.

BOB

I don’t. But you’re here NOW and I love you now, that’s what matters right?

MARTA

Promise you’ll love me after too.

BOB

I---

 

MARTA

Promise!

Here.

 (Handing him a small icon from the altar).

 

Kiss the Virgen and promise.

 

BOB

You’re killing me.

 

MARTA

Promise Bob Please.

BOB

All right, all right, I promise.

MARTA waits for BOB to kiss the icon.

 

BOB

All right---Look: I do. I promise.

BOB takes the icon and kisses it, half-heartedly. MARTA, satisfied, kisses the icon, and places it back on the altar. She contemplates the altar.

MARTA

One day, the rocks will be so high that nobody can come and get gas. Because they won’t see us anymore. Because all the rocks for all our love.  

BOB

And how will I make a living if you hide us behind all these rocks?

MARTA

I don’t know… Magic!!!

BOB

That’s a hell of a plan you got there girl!

MARTA

I don’t need a plan. I have you.

BOB

Oh so I’M the plan...

MARTA

The desert belongs to you. And me.  And we belong to it.

BOB

You think so?

MARTA

Yes. This place should have a road straight to the ocean. No border. Just a long long road straight to the ocean.

BOB

Is that your dream?

MARTA

We can call it The United States of Mejico !!!

BOB

Mexico?

MARTA

Why not?

BOB

Now, that’s an empire for you, heh.

MARTA

Perfect for love Bobby. Sand, ocean and love.  No more pumping gas. Love: love love love love love!!!

BOB

You crack me up Baby girl.

MARTA

Hard work kills.  Is for nothing. 

BOB

It’s not for nothing. It’s for us. We gotta eat!

MARTA

I know. Pero no hay customers!

BOB

I don’t mind pumping gas.

MARTA

How often you pump gas? Every four, maybe three days if you lucky. The rest of the time whadoyoudo? You clean. And wait. And clean some more.  Cleaning and waiting, what kind of life is that?

BOB

The kind of life that many people have.

MARTA

I am tired Bobby. Tha’s why I left remember? Tha’s why I came with you…

BOB

You just said you were happy ….

MARTA

I am but want you to be happy too.

BOB

I am, what makes you think I’m not?

MARTA

You are not happy, you have enough. That is not the same. You are satisfied with cleaning and waiting. When you have the soul and spirit of someone who could get paid to love.

BOB

Tell you what Mar, that would be a great plan. But you forgot something pretty important. I don’t just clean and wait. I do love you. And even if I don’t get paid for it, that is a pretty big improvement over the last 10 years, let me tell ya …

MARTA

Enough is good. But look it, you have all this space around you and all this love in your heart and you want to just sit here and wait? You have all the freedom in the world and whadoyoudo with it? You keep your head down. You do not even look happy.

BOB

I – I used to be a lot worse.

MARTA

Worse?

BOB

Yeah. I – I – I am learning how to – I --- happiness is --- It just - takes time you know.

MARTA

I want you to be happy.

BOB

I am.

MARTA

I want us to be happy.

BOB

I. Do too.

MARTA

How do you want to have a family if we are not happy?

BOB

A what?

MARTA

Family.  

BOB

Wow wow, why do you gotta talk like that all of a sudden?!!

MARTA

You love me, no?

BOB

Of course I love you, that has nothing to do with it!

MARTA

You’re a lover, is not right for a man your age to be alone in the world.

BOB

I am alone by ……circumstance, I told you. And I am not alone anymore. I have you.

MARTA

You like that?

BOB

Sure I do!

MARTA

Remember when you brought me here. When you said you did not know if I could stay. If you could live with a woman. And look it. Now you like it.

BOB

It’s been all right! You’re not like any woman I’ve ever met. I like that about you.

MARTA

Is the same with children.

BOB

What?

MARTA

You think “no way”. You think “not possible I could have a child. Not possible I could want to be together all the time with a small person.” But when you feel this possibility. When you see this little you, right there, in front of you…you change your mind. Just like that. Just like the way you changed your mind about me.

BOB

That’s just ludicrous.

MARTA

What ?

BOB

Ludicrous ! Out of control ! Not possible !

MARTA

You don’t like it?

BOB

It’s  not that I don’t like it --- I --- wait – yes , no : you’re right ,  I don’t like it.  I told you. Remember, I told you:  you come with me, fine, you live with me, fine, you change your mind fine, you leave fine.  But don’t bring anyone else into my life. And you said yes. You said that you liked being alone too. That you liked it alone out here with me. So don’t start talking crazy talk like that. I can’t do that, I told you. I am not looking to make a family and you’ve known that since the beginning.

MARTA

How are you going to love and not have a family, is not possible.

BOB

Sure it is. We’re doing it right now, it fine.

MARTA

Is fine for now.  But later, you see…

BOB

Don’t talk to me about later when I’m talking to you about now. DON’T.

MARTA.

So, you like it?

BOB

What?

MARTA

You and I?

BOB

Sure  I do,  I like it just us ! It’s good and I’d like to keep it that way! We haven’t been together that long Mar. We can’t talk about stuff like this ok?

MARTA

And one day?

BOB

Probably not.

MARTA

You say no to the future?

BOB

No, I say no to what I know I don’t want.

MARTA

How you can know if you want something if you don’t try ? When I came here, I did not know if I would be happy with you here. But I tried. Because sometimes you have to try. I had enough in Mejico, that is not why I came here you know this.

BOB

I know.

MARTA