Life ain’t got no thing on you. You say you want to love more but watch what you do. You stole that poor man’s tongue and all he wanted to do was have a little fun with you. 

 

“We need a triangular meeting, Carolina, Catherine and Cassandra, I bring you all here today to see what needs healing,” says a Christian on his pedestal ready for judgement day. 

 

Who are you when you aren’t being you? Who are you when you undo the parts of you that are not true?

 

Love washes down me as fast as the Washington river. I lay beside a pebble floor on Christmas Kin. The water is so shallow it could not possibly carry me away. It just rinses and washes me as I bask in this summer's day. 

 

What a wonderful way to read a lullaby, they will all say.

What a wonderful way to behave amongst free trade, I suppose that is. 

What a wonderful way to be supported, what a wonderful way to be true. I am no one and nothing. I am blue. Just the color of blue. 

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I am "Onggggggg Namoooooo Guru Devvvvv Namoooooo," I sing. 

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“Why do you want to write so badly?” Catherine inquires.

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"I want to know you. I want to understand you. I want to become you. 

The truth. 

I want 11 kids. 

I want them all to sit with me quietly and think, and ponder and wish. Why is that the way it is?" Cassandra responds. 

 

Why would she ever write something so extravagant? Why doesn’t she just ever say what she thinks?” says Carolina ironically.  

 

“Because then this would be all about me silly sweet,” answers Cassandra

 

"Instead of what you think of me. And where would the fun be in any of that?” continues Carolina. 

 

Two women's heads pop out of one woman’s chest. The three of them sing in unison. 

"Saaa Taaa Naaa Maaa."

 

They permit her fingers to play guitar strings on top of the river’s current. 

Their hair molds into one, changing in the sunlight. One moment it is ruby true, the next it shifts to a golden blonde before it makes its way back into a dark brown summer sound. 

 

Three women, three attitudes and only one body to share her. 

 

“I wonder who this woman is?” A thought leaves her fingertips…"It is not theirs, but Christians," one of the women peeps. 
 

Cassandra speaks to Christian - I’m happy you had me. 

Someone named Sandra speaks to Cristina - I’m angry you made me. 

Catherine speaks to Carolina - I'm glad you came to save the day. 

And Carolina speaks to her grandfather Antonio - I am not so arrogant, you know. 

 

Christian gets back on his pedestal squarely placed in front of the river, ready for his sacrifice. 

 

“I'm glad you all came here to be with me, as we go through this passing. I’m thrilled I got to take you with me. I’m honored that you came for a surprise. 

 

But you see, I’m not that kind of guy. 

 

I am the kind that speaks to you softly. A king that washes your back and braids your hair. I am of the kind that cherishes you. I am fair. 

 

I just want to get to know you. I’m not going to combat you or drag your name through the mud, so much to the point you won’t ever wake up. 

 

I am not using you, I am liberating eternity. 

Because eternity doesn't need to mean infidelity.

Eternity does not need. 

 

There is no need to perform my queen. I’m here to let you out. 

He drops a 7 drops of Balenciaga pudding into the river in hopes of making a breakthrough. 

 

Cassandra jumps out of the woman's body in a scream.

“But I want to perform, can’t you tell!!!!!” 

I want to de-mystify you. 

I want to confide in truth. 

I want to remain power hungry

I want ???

 

“Abuse?” Christian finishes her last word. 

 

“You would want to fly if you could, too Christian!” You’d want to fly too if you could!” Cassandra screams, an outburst too small too comprehend for her guests. The women inside of her twist their arms and necks into a depression, and she goes to asleep that night wetting the bed once again.  

 

“You will never understand what it is, to be this bird!” Carolina makes a breakhthrough but it goes unheard.