DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: Dreams Monlogue, by Jeffrey Metz

Sometimes, I fall in love with people I don’t know: the baristas that only know my name, the loyal crowd of likes on my posts, the people at tables who poke at the little details of my life – It’s nice to be listened to. To be asked how you’re doing. Even if they don’t care, they ask.

Everyone is bored with pain. Don’t bother wondering if it still hurts – I can tell you it does.

I would collapse, heavy, in the arms of a perfect stranger if she would mutter, “it’s safe here, it’s okay,” or maybe she would say, “I love you just the way you are,” tracing the scars on my stomach – little pink rivers – “boys can be big, too.”

beat.

She would kiss the tears off my cheeks – when the movie is over – and whisper “goodnight.”