Copyright 2002, by Samuel M. Post.
Note:Â If you’d like to produce this play, on stage or in a class â€” please email me and ask permission.Â It will be granted, but I’d really like to know about it. (here’s a short film of the script, made by Simon O’Keefe)
LAURA, 22. Rational, intelligent. Sweet. Dressed smart, fashionable, conservative. Pretty, but with perhaps a bit too much make-up.
JEFF, 22. Shabby. Forced post-hippie attire. Less wise than Forest Gump, but more intelligent.
a small apartment.
Two twenty-two year olds
drinking tea and discussing their future.
LAURA: Do you take sugar?
JEFF: And milk.
LAURA: Donâ€™t have milk. Lemon?
JEFF: Just sugar then.
She brings the tea. They sit beside each other on the couch.
LAURA: So what are you gonna do when you finish?
JEFF: I donâ€™t know. What are you gonna do?
LAURA: I finished last year.
JEFF: Thatâ€™s right. We started at the same time. It seems like we ought to finish at the same time.
LAURA: You took an extra year.
JEFF: I know. This is a nice apartment.
JEFF: Are you working?
LAURA: Yeah. At a high school teaching special ed. Next year Iâ€™ll be in grad school.
LAURA: So you donâ€™t know what youâ€™ll do when you graduate?
JEFF: Iâ€™ll write more poetry.
LAURA: I love your poems.
LAURA: I guess youâ€™ll probably look for a
LAURA: What do you want to do?
JEFF: Doesnâ€™t matter. Iâ€™ll write.
LAURA: As long as youâ€™re writing.
JEFF: Thatâ€™s the important thing.
I wrote a poem for you.
He gives her the poem. She reads the title aloud.
â€œUs, over water.â€
JEFF: You donâ€™t have to read it now.
LAURA: I want to.
We sit, on a bridge The two of us Side by side
JEFF: Youâ€™re gonna read it out loud?
LAURA: Do you mind?
JEFF: I guess itâ€™s okay.
We sit, on a bridge
The two of us
Side by side
With our legs hanging
Over the side
Of the bridge
Above the water â€“
Each of us
With our legs
Makes a shape â€“
The letter V upside down â€“
We make an M â€“
With the reflection
Of our legs In the water
Side by side â€“
Or would it be
Two Mâ€™s on top of each other
Iâ€™m not sure.
a bit nervous
LAURA: Thank you.
JEFF: Itâ€™s nothing.
LAURA: Itâ€™s really nice.
JEFF: You like it?
JEFF: Waddya think? Youâ€™re an English
major. Waddya think?
LAURA: What do I think?
LAURA: About the poem?
LAURA: Iâ€™m shocked. Iâ€™m touched.
He tries to kiss her and she stops him.
LAURA: Wait a minute.
JEFF: Whatâ€™s the matter?
LAURA: Whatâ€™re you doing?
JEFF: I thought Iâ€™d kiss you.
LAURA: I donâ€™t think so.
JEFF: Okay. Just thoughtâ€¦you
LAURA: You never even asked me out on a date or
JEFF: Isnâ€™t this a date?
LAURA: I invited you for tea.
JEFF: Thatâ€™s a date.
LAURA: Itâ€™s not a date. I felt sorry for
JEFF: Then kiss me.
JEFF: I thought you liked me.
LAURA: Iâ€™ve always liked you, JEFF.
JEFF: Then whatâ€™s the problem?
LAURA: I didnâ€™t like you like that!
JEFF: Do you like anybody like that?
JEFF: Thatâ€™s what I thought.
LAURA: You thought what?
JEFF: That maybe youâ€™dâ€¦be
LAURA: Ready! I beg your pardon.
LAURA: Are you about ready to go?
JEFF: We were sitting pretty close there for a
minute, and you liked my poem.
LAURA: Liked it?
JEFF: You said you did.
LAURA: It was the most asinine load of dribble
Iâ€™ve ever read. I told you I felt sorry for you. Whyâ€™d you write that
for me, anyway?
JEFF: Whyâ€™d I write it for yaâ€™?
LAURA: Yeah. Why me?
JEFF: I happen to have a pretty big crush on you.
LAURA: You have a crush on me?
JEFF: Since freshmen year.
LAURA: God, you have a funny way of showing it.
JEFF: Iâ€™ve been afraid of you.
JEFF: â€˜Cause youâ€™re so smart.
LAURA: I know Iâ€™m smart, but why does that
JEFF: I donâ€™t know. It just does.
LAURA: Whereâ€™d you come up with that?
About our legs hanging off a bridge? You and I have never been to a bridge.
JEFF: My imagination.
LAURA: You imagined the two of us on a bridge, our
legs hanging off the side.
JEFF: Looking down at the water together.
LAURA: That is kinda nice.
JEFF: You think?
LAURA: Yeah. It is. But itâ€™s really weird.
JEFF: I was high when I wrote it.
LAURA: Iâ€™m sure you were. Are you high
JEFF: No. You wanna get high?
LAURA: No! Iâ€™m a teacher in a school!
JEFF: Yeah, thatâ€™s right.
LAURA: I have to get up and go to work in the morning, and work all
day, and do what people tell me to do, and get a pay check. Do you have
any idea what thatâ€™s like? What itâ€™s like to be out
of school and paying your own bills and taking care of yourself? You
canâ€™t just walk around getting high and scribbling poems.
JEFF: Iâ€™ve worked.
LAURA: Summer jobs are different.
JEFF: Yeah, I guess so.
You didnâ€™t get high when you were in school
either, did yaâ€™?
JEFF: Didnâ€™t think so. So the job
isnâ€™t really the reason.
LAURA: Not really.
Why do you get high so much?
JEFF: I donâ€™t know. I think Iâ€™m afraid to be with
people, so it helps meâ€¦not noticeâ€¦or something.
LAURA: Really? Not notice what?
JEFF: Not noticeâ€¦who I am.
LAURA: Whatâ€™s wrong with who you are?
JEFF: I donâ€™t know. Canâ€™t
She picks up the poem and reads.
LAURA: Two diamonds Side by side â€“ Or
would it be Two Mâ€™s on top of each other Like mountains? Iâ€™m not
You know. I like it.
LAURA: Yeah. Really. The last line
LAURA: A bit cryptic. Is the poet unsure of the
image itself? Or is he unsure of his perception of nature? Cryptic.
JEFF: Cryptic. Yeah!
LAURA: I do like it.
JEFF: You do?
She sits beside him and leans toward him. They kiss.
end of play