JACKSON: I think you might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
RACHEL: My name is Rachel.
A wise woman once wrote That illness is not metaphor Than why do I feel sick when I look at you?
JACKSON: There is this illness in the end I need To get it out So when I bleed.
ENSEMBLE: It's not blood It's a metaphor for love These aren't veins Just the beating of my heart This fever isn't real It represents how I feel My pain transformed into art
JACKSON: If you feel like you might throw up Well that's a metaphor for how I feel When I dream of you.
JACKSON AND RACHEL: Bathed in your metaphorical blood.
RACHEL: And when the doctor says you're gonna make it I tell him why I'm able to take
ENSEMBLE: It's not blood It's a metaphor for love These aren't veins Just the beating of my heart This fever isn't real It represents how I feel My pain transformed into art My pain transformed into art
But Susan Sontag's dead So I guess her cancer wasn't metaphorical after all. Sorry.