Mads tantalizes, “Hello dear. Where are you from?”
John L in my DMs, trailing breathless along my collarbones.
Sugar daddies on boats and horses, “Let me take care of you babydoll.”
Sculpted men follow me for numbers.
Middle aged men seek to fill me with babies, for God and country.
But when the unverified
alantudykfans_officialpage
comments on my photo,
“So Beautiful (heart) thank you for supporting me,”
Nice move, Scammer, nice move.
It must be the allure of my invisible lashes
and the temptation of a taboo Texas-Oklahoma congruence.
Akin to Mona Lisa, I conjure the closed smile mystery,
“Does she have teeth?”
It can’t be as real as Harold
replying to my tweet
#Mercutio!forever.
However, no need to convince me otherwise,
because now I know,
a scammer pretending to be
Alan Tudyk thinks I’m beautiful.