Act 1: Monologue from the mouth
I am the mouth of this body.
My job is to say what the forehead tells me to say.
I say what it tells me because it’s higher up than me, and it’s my job to.
I get to feed all the little mouths I have back home because I say what the forehead tells me to say.
I am the mouth of this body and I can do more than speak.
I can bite, I can chew, I can smile and frown;
roll my tongue around, I can drink, I can eat. I can eat!
Without me it would be impossible.
On a good day, my expressions feel empowering and necessary.
No one would know what the forehead was thinking if I didn’t have the words to say it!
Lately, my expressions have felt empty and compromised.