I didn't get the part
and it hurt like my bones
bending backwards
without breaking
But I read every line near perfectly
apparently not as clearly
as I thought I had
So I watched
newly ashamed
as they all stood
laughing at my pain
smug smiles on their
Hester Prynne lips
mouthing my name
as if it were some curse
I didn't bother to bring my purse
or to pack my case
or state it for that matter
Any reason or logic
would simply shatter my reflection
the role I once adored
cut by his swift rejection:
My costumes are too old and torn
a hint of perfume once worn in the fall
exhumes too many thoughts
of late night conversations
mere improvisations placating my fears...
But I will never let you see one tear.
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