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No, I don’t want to “do theater”
I don’t want to act or sing
Call or design

When I breathe I want a melody
Soft at first
Then incredibly hard
Hard enough to shatter my lungs
And soft enough to cradle my heart
With every crescendo I want to explode
With every decrescendo I want to disappear

When I speak I want the tales
Of a lawyerly blonde
And a French Revolution
To drip carelessly
And carefully from my lips
I want to do the words justice
And leave them hanging from the gallows

When I walk I want to sway
With the grace of a classical
And the passion of a pop opera
I want to break every bone in my god forsaken body
And land with the lightness of a feather

This venue is not my home
It is not my place of my work
It is made of my bones
I crawl on my ribs when I mount the catwalk

This is not a show
This is not a song
This is not a set
This is not our culture
Or our way of life
It is not my religion
Or the reason I wake up
It is inside me
It is all around me

So no
I don’t want to “do theater”
I want more.

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