Intermission
a creative coffee break from writing the play

Beth Henley
May 8, 1952
Jackson, Mississippi

And someone else
unknown to us.

The question: what is impossible? The answer is, a formidable lot. To dance from here to the stars; to eat a tribe of bees; to scream down a forest; to remember when you were born; to know when you will die; to stop breathing and live. Many things are impossible. Endless things are impossible. Our life together is not quite that.

Reverend, Impossible Marriage, p.42
by Beth Henley