best supporting actress

listening to your monologue
about me as I apply to you,
your definition
of our relationship
floods me with adrenalin, not love
fingers folding to fists
at my side, as I learn
my motivation
is really about you
how I try to make you feel

a supporting character
in your drama, not fully there
just sketched in at the edges
more suggested than formed
of anything substantial
for when you need validation
or vindication
and sometimes sex

the love interest
in your poorly-written play
at living

please, tell me again
how my life is not about me
because that is news
to my breathing

 

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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34 Responses to best supporting actress

  1. “please, tell me again
    how my life is not about me
    because that is news
    to my breathing”

    Just fabulous. I absolutely love those last lines.

  2. I feel depressed reading this, Susan. To be held in such low esteem by one’s love can be such a morale-killer, and especially the seond stanza is poignantly expressed. A very good poem and sad too.

  3. Unfortunately, I can relate. Thanks for expressing it.

  4. You call it a monologue and so it must be indeed. People have different coping strategies and hitting out verbally, projecting blame, recreating the past and re-writing it….all are part of such strategies. Good poem but sad!

  5. boomiebol says:

    The last lines I love…it shows power in the most subtle yet effective way over the supposed main character…if I make any sense. Love it

  6. Seb says:

    That’s very, very sharp…

  7. doncarroll says:

    i can relate but i can’t relate because it’s been about 22 years…hahaha. nicely done susan:)

  8. I think in this fine, succinct poem you summed up the entire plot of THE HOLIDAY – though it’s fun and touching. This is the quote that I think you took to a new high with your final lines:

    Arthur Abbott: I’m wondering why a beautiful girl like you would go to a strangers’ house for their Christmas Vacation, and on top of that spend Saturday night with an old cock-up like me.
    Iris: Well, I just wanted to get away from all the people I see all the time!… Well, not all the people… one person. I wanted to get away from one… guy.
    [she sobs]
    Iris: An ex-boyfriend who just got engaged and forgot to tell me.
    Arthur Abbott: So, he’s a schmuck.
    Iris: As a matter of fact, he is… a huge schmuck. How did you know?
    Arthur Abbott: He let you go. This is not a hard one to figure out. Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend.
    Iris: You’re so right. You’re supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, for god’s sake! Arthur, I’ve been going to a therapist for three years, and she’s never explained anything to me that well. That was brilliant. Brutal, but brilliant.

  9. nelle says:

    Ouch, in memory. Good work, as always.

  10. unfetteredbs says:

    alot of emotion passionately written here.. really enjoyed this. (hate the drive behind it but love the writing)
    Love the ending.. strong woman

  11. Deborah Avila says:

    I understand this role and you express it in perfect adjectives too!

  12. Yep, that ending is awesome.

  13. Ian Moone says:

    nice theme liking it lots

  14. Aw, those last lines! Great! 🙂

  15. Rhonda says:

    Wow..and Brava kiddo! Absofuckinglutely the right question and I’m heartened to know you already have the answer. Yay You!

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