Proposal to Cincinatti Fringe

Hi, my name is Elan Zafir and I’ve been an actor for over 20 years.

I just turned forty, and I live in DC (coming up on three years), and I was brought here because I attended the Shakespeare Theatre Company’s Academy for Classical Acting—where I got my MFA. I’ve been working steadily Continue reading Proposal to Cincinatti Fringe

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A perfect world

You always hear people say “create the world you want to live in.” I don’t know much about carpentry, wood-work, geometry of structures, but I do know about fire.
 
I was a block away when the second tower of the World Trade Center came down. After running full speed for what seemed like an hour: I stopped moving, and realized I was now on the West Side Highway. I was on the street; I remember thinking “where are all the cars?” The highway was bare. No cars. Just people.
 
When the first tower fell I was already bruised fruit. I didn’t have radio, internet, any way of understanding what the outside world already knew: America was under attack. I walked back toward my apartment, where I saw a car get towed just an hour and a half earlier; while tower #2 was still on fire. The tow truck man watched the building burn as he loaded the offending car onto his truck.

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Attached to Tupperware

Read This,
In case we don’t get the chance to talk.

I could open the door to your apartment
(I’m imagining a buzzer type of system)
You buzz me in
I come upstairs
You open the door
(Or, it’s already slightly open
And you’re half in half out)
You smile
I smile.
You receive the food
We talk briefly at the door
I hand you the plastic bag
You turn around
I turn around.

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Writing in the Rain

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I saw a piece of your hair in the sink today.

I thought I’d wipe it away:
Pinch it in my fingers
Let the water run
Washing it down the drain;
Which got me really sad—
In the end
I left it where it was.

I wish I could be your best friend.
I’d ask questions, and let you talk about yourself…
You’d tell that story
About your seven siblings
Fighting for food;
How one threw the fork,
And it stuck in the forehead
Of another.

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