Clem: ​This is my blended family. That’s what Charlie says, he’s our therapist. But blended isn’t really the right word. It’s more like shaken up in a ride like at the carnival where the seats are all dirty and scratched and you’re not sure if it might fall apart all at once from the rusty nails and something that got put together after a couple of beers, and then taken apart again in pieces everywhere and then put back together again so that you wonder how it all ever got together in the first place.

So begins K. Jenkins beautifully lyrical play about trying to find our way in a very confusing world. You’ll have to come to a performance to see how Clem and the other characters in her orbit make sense of our fractured existence.