ANGEL 1
Joan, I’ve been meaning to tell you
that for the next step in all this
you’ll need better lighting
ANGEL 2
And baby, maybe
do something with your hair
[Joan lifts a lock—]
ANGEL 3
What have we been telling you, Joan,
about all this business with the phone?
JOAN [aggrieved]
Optics, optics, optics
ANGEL 1
“Therefore we have Joan, who is photogenic
and will die for our emission sins”
ANGEL 3
We need the people to understand
Their always imminent closeness
ANGEL 1
In the spirit of apocalyptic times,
God is working with a logic of immediacy
ANGEL 2
The pixels of Their image must
illuminate the photons out in the world!
ANGEL 3
Your low-res self, Joan,
allows room for concept
ANGEL 2
Picture yourself
a painted icon
ANGEL 1
Use your words and your image! Anchor this present
which flees with the speed of a click!
ANGEL 2
And now…
JOAN
Don’t go!
ANGEL 3
Sorry it’s
God—Oh, no
ANGEL 1
Oh Joan, baby, it’s
gonna get wet—
ANGEL 2
Be careful, dear—
the river—we’re
sorry, Joan, it’s God—
ANGEL 3
They call!