(To be performed by Three Women)
WOMAN 1: Sometimes it’s so can’t stop
Take off shirt
Undo belt
Clumsy
You do it
No, I’ll do it
Undo bra
One more hook
Strip down
WOMAN 2: Sometimes it’s all about
Skin just skin
Just the way skin
WOMAN 3: Oh God, sometimes it’s like mouth on mouth
Teeth
Tongue
Have to
WOMAN 1: Sometimes
It’s accidental
You thought you were friends
And this current
Turns into one week
In a small hotel room in East Berlin.
WOMAN 2: Oh, nice. Who was that?
WOMAN 3: Sometimes it’s
About watching
WOMAN 2: Or being watched
Undressing in front of him
In front of the big window
WOMAN 1: Sometimes it’s you putting a hand
On yourself
And him watching
And Rome watching him
Watching
WOMAN 2: Sometimes
It’s a crowded boat filled
With cheering tourists
On the Adriatic
As you’re both caught there
Naked humping in the sand
And you don’t stop
WOMAN 1: You didn’t stop?
WOMAN 3: Sometimes it’s scuff marks on the off-yellow carpet
In the posh South Kensington apartment
WOMAN 2: Sometimes it’s a dare
Forty-five floors up
Mouth on him
In a building that once existed
And he comes by the time
WOMAN 1: Oh God, I always dreamed of doing that
WOMAN 3: Sometimes it’s driving on the mad
Italian speedway at a thousand miles
Your face buried in his jeans
WOMAN 1: Sometimes it’s a melting hot
Summer day and you’re passed out
In the afternoon
And you wake up with his rugged face
Between your legs
WOMAN 2: Sometimes it’s a work night
And you get home early
And you take a bath
And undress
And play with yourself
Lying there casual and stark naked
On the bed
And you’re on your knees before she remembers
It’s been a hard day
WOMAN 3: I didn’t know you were with women . . . when was that?
WOMAN 1: Sometimes it’s the twenty-nine-year-old thin boy
From the village
With the curly black hair
Who comes to your summer house
On the edge of the sea
And kisses you and you know it’s August
And you’re suddenly not fifty-four
WOMAN 3: Sometimes it’s a song
WOMAN 2: Or a joint
WOMEN 123: Or too much chocolate
WOMAN 1: Sometimes it’s only chocolate
WOMAN 2: Or birthday cake at midnight
Because one of you is married
WOMAN 3: No, you didn’t
WOMAN 2: I didn’t. I wanted to, but I didn’t
WOMAN 3: Sometimes he just says do you mind
If I kiss you and it occurs to you that you don’t
And you end up with your mouth on his for eight hours and
The sun comes up
WOMAN 1: Sometimes you wake up and he’s inside
You and your body is more aroused ’cause it’s
So early and you’re so
Sleepy and nothing has ever felt like that
WOMAN 3: Sometimes it’s that window
Wide open in Montauk
And it’s so bright you’re
Only wearing sunglasses
Looking out
As he takes you from behind
Sweating and screaming out
WOMAN 2: And sometimes
It just happens in Portugal
For the first time in seven years
You find each other
And you’re not afraid
WOMAN 1: Sometimes it’s the hysteria that comes
After he has been that deep inside you
And the crying is a way of coming
WOMAN 2: And sometimes
It’s riding him like a bronco
WOMAN 3: Or humping her like you’re about to get there
WOMAN 1: And sometimes it’s the three of you in a hot tub
And you end up entangled not knowing
Whose hair whose mouth whose hand
WOMAN 2: And sometimes you dress up
And they take it off you
WOMAN 3: Sometimes it’s hardness
WOMAN 2: It’s softness
WOMAN 1: It’s grabbing
WOMAN 2: It’s refusing
WOMAN 3: It’s dangerous
WOMAN 1: Embarrassing
WOMAN 2: Sometimes it’s
“You’re beautiful”
WOMAN 3: or
“God, your ass”
WOMAN 2: “Your skin”
WOMAN 1: And sometimes it’s so insanely funny
It’s ridiculous
(They all become hysterical)
WOMAN 2: But mainly it takes longer
It’s all preparation
WOMAN 3: You lose track of who begins
WOMAN 1: Who’s on top
WOMAN 2: Who got more
WOMAN 3: Who’s inside who