The Muse asked of Drama,
Why me?
When you can have any of these other women?
I am not nosy; I do not try to make friends or enemies,
but simply fade into the background.
Drama said to the Muse,
It is because I hate you.
I hate that you are taller than me. I hate that you
are younger and more beautiful. It’s these petty reasons,
our own insecurities.
You are too good to fade into the background.