I am the supporting artiste
I don’t get my name in lights
Or even in the credits.
I was a player
In ten thousand stories
Syndicated franchises.
To repetitive sequels.
Some award-winning
Stand-alone pieces.
Coveted /high-brow
Critically panned
These intertwined portmanteaus
Of faces in the street
These long-forgotten remakes
That mesh connected lives.
I was there.
On equity rates.
The mise-en-scene
Take-after-take-after-take.
The supporting role.
These box office flops.
These Palme D’ors.
There, in other people’s denouements.
But never a star in my own.
Just a supporting artiste.
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