Napo 15

Again, this needs work. Today's prompt was to write a dramatic monologue. I chose to write a monologue in the voice of a plastic grocery bag. I want the grocery bag, something mundane, to be uplifted to sound like God, but not a very nice god, obviously.

Monologue of the Plastic Grocery Bag

I will carry your burdens

If you fill me with them—

The box of breakfast cereal,

The cans of green beans

For the Thanksgiving table,

A rainforest of toilet paper.

Whenever you need me,

I’m there. Translucent like a ghost,

when released to the wind, I can float

For miles and miles,

Find my rest in an empty field,

Be mistaken for a wildflower

In spring. Notice how the sun

Catches my skin and shines.

Some forget about me,

Stuff me into a drawer

For later use like a Bible.

I collect dust in the folds of myself.

I can wander the sea

For millennia,

A lost god,

Aimlessly riding the waves.

I survive the belly of the whale—

Bring down the biggest of beasts

Without mercy.

My creation warms the earth.

I can make this ocean rise.

I’m in your blood stream,

In the air you breathe.

I am legion.

I’m in the Gulf winds.

I float atop the sea. I’m in the soil

At your feet. I never decay

Or return to the earth.

And I’ll linger,

Forever

And ever

And ever

On your planet,

Amen.