KUDZU - Brent Watts
(Early Summer, 2016. Two cousins, a young man and a slightly older young woman, walk through the campus of Lees College. They stop beneath the ginkgo tree.)
CRYSTAL
Wait, wait, I think we’re getting closer.
LUCAS
Do you see it yet?
CRYSTAL
No, not yet. Wait—there it is! It’s Snorlax!
LUCAS
Crys, are you for real? A Snorlax in Jackson? There’s no way.
CRYSTAL
No, for real. Don’t you see it?
LUCAS
No!
CRYSTAL
Look! I’m not lying!
(She shows him her phone.)
LUCAS
Aww, what! Come on!
(He begins to walk around frantically trying to get to the right spot for his phone to “find” the Snorlax.)
CRYSTAL
I got him!
LUCAS
I can’t find it!
CRYSTAL
Relax. It’ll come back again.
LUCAS
Will it though? Do you really know?
CRYSTAL
Well…no. But it’s not like it’ll never come back. Maybe if we keep walking around you’ll find one too?
LUCAS
Yeah I guess so.
(They begin to walk. As they do, Lees College and the gingko tree slide into the distance, and Main Street comes into view.)
CRYSTAL
Hey, do you remember when we were little, and we used to run up and down the streets playing Naruto?
LUCAS
Yeah, and you always wanted to be Sasuke. Even though you should have been Sakura.
CRYSTAL
Well yeah, no one liked Sakura. Plus, I was edgy like that. I was meant to play Sasuke. You still got to be Naruto, though.
LUCAS
Yeah but I wanted to be Sasuke.
.
CRYSTAL
Everyone wanted to be Sasuke. That’s the middle school dream
LUCAS
Remember how we’d ninja race down to South Jackson?
CRYSTAL
Yeah that was so embarrassing. I can’t believe we did that.
(A beat.)
You wanna do it again?
LUCAS
Uh, no.
CRYSTAL
For old times’ sake?
LUCAS
What if someone sees us?
CRYSTAL
So? Who cares? Please Lucas? For Sissy Cryssy? Your favorite cousin?
LUCAS
Uggghhhhokay I guess.
CRYSTAL
Okay, readysetgo!
(CRYSTAL takes off without a second thought.)
LUCAS
Wait!
(They ninja-run, leaning forward with their arms pulled back and stiff to their sides. They race around the space, as fast as they can, once again kids who can’t be embarrassed and who wouldn’t care even if they were embarrassed. Main Street fades away and South Jackson comes into view. As they race, they cross the South Jackson bridge at the same time.)
CRYSTAL
No ties! Keep going!
LUCAS
No fair!
(They keep going, but they both stop at the base of Town Hill, too tired to keep going. No one kept track of who won, but no one cares either. Kudzu fills the space.)
(A beat. They both stare up at the kudzu, as if really noticing it for the first time.)
LUCAS
Y’know, even though it’s invasive, it’s still kinda pretty.
CRYSTAL
What, the kudzu?
LUCAS
Yeah. I don’t know what this place used to look like before, but I can’t really imagine anything else here.
CRYSTAL
Yeah, me neither.
LUCAS
How long do you think something has to be somewhere before it’s not invasive?
CRYSTAL
Good question.
(A beat. They ponder. LUCAS pulls out his phone.)
LUCAS
Oh my gosh! Crystal! Another Snorlax!
CRYSTAL
Maybe it never was to begin with.
END PLAY.
What do you think about when you see kudzu? Do you know where it came from? Why it’s here? What’s underneath? Can you imagine Breathitt County without it?
How long does something have to be here before we decide it belongs?
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