Episode 35 Beauty Marks

| To Frida Söderdahl | There is this instant where I am thrown into the air. I wasn’t prepared for this. No one is, it’s magic. There is this instant where performers are thrown into the audience and back into their magic. I look at my friend who knew voices were music  before being marked beauty. who knew people who dance with nothing but their toes. And when asked why they are not them and they are not themselves they just have to be. They are happiest When lit on the spot We are just alarm clocks Give us our assignments Tell us when to sound There is this instant where the audience is thrown onto the stage and back into their magic.  There’s music in the theatre. I know this because I was The audience until I was thrown Into the air and back into their magic I have no heart so I wasn’t worried about The theft but it was so loud I could Leave and still hear them in her sleep I wish I did not love. But I am here so I love. I look at my friend directly