Race And Class Are The

In Health We're Doing The Digestive System. We Each Got Assigned A Topic For An Oral Report. I Got The Small Intestine. I Swear To God I Hate My Life.

Sometimes, I Think The Only Art Left For Us Is Slowly Peeling The Label Off A Beer Bottle While Somebody Tells You About A Dream They Had.

I Remember My Comic Strips Being Called "new Wave." It Bugged Me.

Then How Can You Ever Know About The Beautiful Goodness Of Mud? How Bad It Wants To Be Things. How Bad It Wants To Get On Your Legs And Arms And Take Your Footprints And Handprints And How Bad It Wants You To Make It Alive! Mud Is Always Ready To Play With You. Seriously You Should Try It!

Flies Die In So Many Lonely Places. -roberta Rohbeson