Hatorade

‘Come’
said a voice
‘Feed me’
‘attend to me’
‘make me well’
Ah, how I struggled today!
Laughingly I faced the judge-
I am my own tyrant,
daily

‘Read to me!
Tell me a tale
Of destiny and desire-
that one
when once
you encountered a fierce light,
And went back home to proselytize-
When you were fed up
With years of cotton
and started a fire
So alike in desire
to his traitors
Try, try harder
Read, read further
Don’t bother stopping

‘Stop!’
‘Sit!’
‘Heal!’

And my love makes lemons
into Gatorade, still