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My Mistake
I mistook you for someone who
could be taken seriously.
Seriously, I no longer know whether
I did. Was it all roleplay?
Because you were the only one
who auditioned with even
a modicum of talent?
If only you had spent more time
learning your lines than reclining
upon the casting couch.
Has anyone ever found seduction
to be other than easy or impossible?
Yet I accepted your pose
and validated it deliriously.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.