Comparisons
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs
~ it is late and her legs ache
as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.
Today a jerk once again
compared her to the movie star.
Not for the first time
she considers changing her name.
A loud noise upstairs. She freezes,
she recalls the movie: Panic Room,
runs to her downstairs closet,
bolting the door behind her.
Footsteps descend, she imagines
it is the real Jodie Foster
in her role as Agent Starling.
The other Jodi
cries softly in the dark as she clutches
a Dollar Store spatula,
a utensil that will never work
as well as a real branded one.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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