08 September 2010

Dear Orpheus,

I'm sorry.

I don't know what came over me.


I was afraid.

I'm not worthy of you. But I still love you, I think.

Don't try to find me again. You would be lonely for music. I want you to be happy. I want you to marry again. I am going to write out instructions for your next wife.


To My Husband's Next Wife

Be gentle.

Be sure to comb his hair when it is wet.

Do not fail to notice that his face flushes pink like a bride's when you kiss him.

Give him lots to eat.

He forgets to eat and he gets cranky.


When he's sad, kiss his forehead and I will thank you.

Because he is a young prince, and his robes are too heavy for him.

His crown falls down around his ears.



I'll give this letter to a worm. I hope he finds you.

Love Eurydice.



(Sarah Ruhl, Eurydice)