: Happy (Freytag's Pyramid) :

an excerpt by Courtney Queeney


In One we met. The conflict

 was my old one, love. I had it for him.

He had it for him, too.


In Two the conflict entered stage left:

another woman. There was some lively dialogue

to represent sex.


In Three he chose against me—the other girl

had some get‑up of veils, and smoke wafted in from the wings

when she appeared. Even I was beguiled.


The intermission offered no relief

I spent it locked in a bathroom,

lying on the comfort of cold tile.


In Four I walked around a pretend meadow

 as I monologued on and on

about how hard it is to be me­


it's what I thought a sad girl

is supposed to do for her audience.


In Five it was over,

and the audience filed out, orderly;

the cast shared cabs to the wrap party.

By then, everyone had either been murdered or married.