Writing Exercise from 11/21/07 Class

In my body when a sweet potato sits in the folds of a dress I go to the Super; so many have been with the rough ended dirt and roots that have settled. Fish nets full of women's legs, full of women's fish. All my groceries, fruit filled with underhold. Smell the cilantro green shine. Go to fancy super no longer growing blood and all the vegetables saddled in their boxes coated and capped in foam or plastic in a number of lusty mouthed chemicals which is why I approached this kettle blindly.