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 fantasy.

why couldn't you do it as a young woman?  it'd be shit. 

 I did an essay on Michael Jackson, the total inspiration of my life. when I read it to the class, didn't get one positive vibe.  they squinted their eyes. this fucking town.  I'm thinking of that, during this time in our country.

 maybe there's nothing to say, but really, there's always something to say. going to do chores today, maybe some writing, maybe get Deoge to the park, see what's on PBS.  On Being this morning is on poetry.  

 Why Sheri, do you give it all away for free!!!!

 Ventriloquest Dances Without Moving (a brief sketch) Live Stable in Bethlehem (a brief sketch) Series of poems:  candy bars

 square dancing in the gym, feeling something kinda sexual, she comes in and says,  "Students, the president had been shot!."  DJ Hall clapped. I sharpened my pencil, then it stuck in the desk holder, right into the center of my palm.  still there.  She put a band-aid over it. in her office with Bethel, she says, "She told me to go to hell."  I scream, I did not!  In the box in the library the rest of the day. then cheerleading, superstar.  Name on my uniform, she made sure, all of us girls.

 take the blue can as the sea with the sun in it vibrations of whales line my body they fizz in the foam this may be the final figuring of depth at the bottom near bottom or my own bottom the race to begin anew has been chugging enough of the stall and pretending to fix I ran on the shore hurting then the rush of waves thru my veins was pushing out a baby I was born to run but not really club foot and braces I refused there's a dream floating maybe a bottle next time 

 You're welcome.  

 I may or may not have remembered that.

 you paid off your university bill that your dad and step mom didn't pay, all while living on welfare. That took some fucking balls, Sheri, to go back to school.  nah, I did assessment and they said, Creative was my strength.  Even after everything with your kids.

 how did you make food sexual?

 down two rows, a father with two young kids, this fucker went down there and talked in their ears.  He didn't know those kids.  the little girl turned around often, wondering, smart girl.  get her into martial arts.

 1. Tina Turner 2. Whitney Houston 3. Anita Baker 4. Lauryn Hill 5.  Aretha Franklin

 Red a one-act play Red by Sheri Grutz Father and son at the grocery store. FATHER:  every time I pull this way green, you go for red. SON:  nah, dad, I got a holiday on my mind. FATHER:  the ripest aren't always the best. SON:  I'll remember that next time I want to bathe. FATHER:  well, you gotta wash everything.  Produce is all about skin. SON:  Yeah, I got burnt yesterday, dad.  The misquitoes want to eat me. FATHER:  Maybe you should apply yourself. SON:  I've taken all the heat, dad, why should I? FATHER:  (turns cart sharply into the canned goods)  Everything has adhesive.  Stick with something.   SON:  these labels are for good. FATHER:  nah, then it's just tin man. SON:  maybe I always go for the heart. FATHER:  green is what you see. SON:  you made me over-grown dad. FATHER:  what else, ketchup, mater soup, T-bone? SON:  (walks slowly behind)  I think I'll blush over that woman right there. FATHER:  yeah, she's got the sex in ham radio. SON:   I want t