MAN: I am the seed.
WOMAN: I am the cradling husk.
MAN: I am Heracles.
WOMAN: I am the burning dress.
MAN: I am Theseus.
WOMAN: I am the skein of thread.
MAN: I am Sisera.
WOMAN: I am the cup of milk; I am the killing stake.
MAN: I am a furled scroll.
WOMAN: I am a story told in the night.
MAN: You are as you are. I will pin you in a book. Bind you to a rock. To a fear of the sea. You are the moon. Cast from the earth. Shut in a wall. With your hands pressed to your mouth.
WOMAN: I press my hands to my mouth. When I open my palms—