OYSTERS

excerpted from OYSTERS 
by Quintan Ana Wikswo

first performed at Cornelia Street Cafe

On Mondays, we go down south to Penasco, in the part of Mexico where nobody cares.

There, we hold hands and we’re sisters. We kiss on the boardwalk.

We run our fingers wherever the hell we want and we have loud sex in double beds and eat pussy and out-of season oysters and there are fireworks, and a racetrack, and beaches.

There is only one lesbian bar in Magdalena, and it’s not really a lesbian bar.