Be the Goddess

The box said, “BE THE GODDESS YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO BE”

I like Pele but was always partial to Aphrodite so I bought it.

The flimsy cardboard container was filled with cream labeled: a light topical ointment with hints of baby powder, eucalyptus and moon dew. I rubbed it on. It burned like ice, but I was still Kali. I ate a bit of it. It tasted like death, but I was still Kali. I was ticked, but then I recall Pele’s extra baggage. Remember Aphrodite’s dramatics.

So I chucked it. I figure, better to be me than someone else.