on tv,
doing her bi-weekly interview,
confesses
that people don't really know
who she is.
they don't know
what's inside
of her.
the gifted, brilliant, self
aware
person,
humble and yet insecure.
a golden globe
winner,
Oscars on her mantle,
worshiped and adored
by millions. but
they don't know me,
she says. they only hear about
my six divorces,
and estranged children.
my surgeries
and enhancements.
they don't know the other side of me,
how shy i really am, how
kind and reticent.
they only hear about the mean
things that i've done.
people don't know that i worry
about plastic bags in the sea,
and the tree frogs
in Jamaica.
children born with six toes
on their feet.
no one knows
that sometimes i let the gardeners
on my palatial estate
use the bathroom
inside the house.
my fans,
they don't know me.
the interview, three hours
long,
will be continued next week
as one or two of her five
houses are toured,
then a trip to Catalina Island
on her yacht.
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