26 September 2009 | Vol. 9, No. 3
Edward Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
"Truth and illusion. Who knows the difference, eh, toots?"
– George in Act III, The Exorcism
I never win at the game Hump the Hostess
or Musical Beds. Martha says I don't
have any rhythm or know how to mix
a drink. Last week I sloshed in
rubbing alcohol to see if she could feel
a difference, but she just asked if I went
cheap on the brand. And I said that I paid
more money for it than she'd ever made
in her life. She said, What life?
And I said, This life! And she said, What?
These three acts? We've been widdled down
to three… lousy… acts… oh, George, you…
Need a drink, I said and poured another
and it was about then that the sun started
rising over the hills and peering through
the window curtains like a curious face.
About the author:
Emilia Phillips lives in Richmond, Virgina where she is an MFA poetry student at Virginia Commonwealth University. Her poetry and prose have appeared or are forthcoming from Asheville Poetry Review, Cutthroat: A Journal of the Arts, Unsaid Magazine, Pedestal Magazine, Poetry Miscellany, and elsewhere. She was named the 2009 Discovery Poet by Cutthroat: A Journal of the Arts.