Cutlery: A Play

Spoon: I like you.
Knife: Why stay so far then?
Spoon: I’m afraid I’ll get hurt.
Knife: Psh. I’ve seen you around with those forks before.
Spoon: That’s different. We can still…spoon.
Knife: I see how it is.
Spoon: Please understand.
Knife: I can change.
Spoon: I just don’t—
Knife: --think I can bend.
Spoon: I’m sorry. You’re not silver enough.
Knife: I’ve done it before.
Spoon: And you snapped. It won’t happen.
Knife: Whatever. I’m just too edgy for your kind.
Spoon: I guess.
Knife: Just wait. I’m gonna find myself a sassy little whisk and you’ll see.