Mz Mortenson

I’m Mz Mortenson, if you please. I dispensed with the charade when I went to my grave. Life can be tricky if you’re pretty. My life was a role, I couldn’t always control. How unaware the dumb bombshell seemed. Still, I was labeled the obscene Norma Jeane. in reel life’s small doses, the role was emotionally corrosive, merely etching away my fragile identity. In real life it proved erotically explosive destroying my privacy, serenity, and sanity. I thrilled in some 29 films, I took a few pills, was a plaything for mobsters and tabloid mills. When I started a fling with the president, did I have any idea what I was up against? Some free advice - beware of counterintelligence. Homicide, suicide - what does it matter - which one is sadder? I knew I’d always be there for you, sensuously beckoning, at 24 frames per second, like an eternal flame - flickering. . . Of course, Norma Jeane Mortenson’s stage name was Marylin Monroe Written for the 'Lost Poetry from History Challenge' contest. Where you write a poem in the voice of an historical figure. 16:00.06-17