DRAMATIC Monologue Poem: The Starlet’s Monologue, by Garrison O’Donnell

She was like my surrogate mother
when I first came to the valley
& got into the industry. She was actually
banging Frankie Muniz at the time,
not on camera, of course; he was in his mohawk phase
& hooked on junk. He’s clean now, drives
the pace car for Nascar, weird right?
But her, I haven’t seen in years, we had a falling out,
I don’t even remember over what,
& I’m sure neither does she; it’s sad, really,
we were like that, use to watch reality Teevee
& drink white wine all night, go to the Anitas in Van Nuys
for hungover breakfast burritos & chocolate shakes.
I saw Frankie the other day, though,
at a fundraiser for chihuahuas with glaucoma;
he had on this gorgeous & ungodly expensive English suit,
(the royalties from Malcolm in the Middle
must be brilliant, it’s on Teen Nick every hour it’s dark)
& was drinking a bottle of Evian.
He was perfectly polite, but really,
I don’t think he knew who I was, only remembered her slightly.
It’s whatever, when I sign this new deal with Brazzers
I’ll be making bank.

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