Comparisons - Prose Poem

Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos. Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she never wanted keeps invading her reality, even though she was born earlier, people consider her the fraud; the fake, the 'knock-off.' Not for the first time she imagines changing her name, but always there is a fear of not being compared to anything at all. There is a loud noise upstairs. She freezes, she recalls the movie -`Panic Room.' She runs to her downstairs closet, bolting the door behind her. Footsteps descend - it is Jodie Foster in her role as Agent Starling. Jodie has a gun and is seeking her rapist from a previous movie. Scripts are merging. The Jodi who cooks peppers and eggs understands why she has always avoided cliffhangers - suspense thrillers. She cries softly in the dark as she clutches a Dollar Store spatula, a utensil that will never work as well as a weapon, than a real branded one.