Crossword Fame

I wrote your name in a crossword.

You were 12th down

and crossed over the answers for

the opposite to chaos

and a word to describe messy.

You never knew how to fold

your drama neatly, or put away

your mistakes.

So, I clipped your stories

out of the tabloids, and pressed them

into flashbulb iron boards.

The paparazzi never caught your good side,

but they found you on every morning after stroll,

and every uneven cut from your mouth.

I tried to iron out your wrinkle crease fame,

but it was apparent the young woman soul

had chosen botox and plastic smiles.

You never knew how to be

without attention and extravagance.

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