I tried to change
Opened my mouth more
Tried to be soft, flexible.
I tried to wear her skin over mine, I wanted to look like her, become her
So I threw myself into a volcano
I swallowed a sword, I levitated
I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God
But my shroud is loneliness,
And my God, well, is my God
So I grew thickened skin on my feet
And broke the curse with my own two hands
I discovered the antidote in my kitchen.
I was served lemons but I made lemonade.
So this is how to make lemonade;
Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons, the zest of half a lemon.
Pour the water from one jug, then into another several times. Strain through a clean napkin.
The audience applauds, but I can’t hear them.