March 7: Prime!

I was born on a prime number, and I am a prime number (on many levels!) today.

Fifty-three. I cannot be divided by anything other than ONE and MYSELF.

I am wholly my own: one, fifty-three.

After years of struggle, I can only be myself.

HALLELUJAH!

Welcome to Prime.

 

A Poem After Rehearsal for a Show I Will Not Do

I don’t want to be “better”

I just want to BE

• big
• glorious
• powerful
• ugly
• gorgeous
• dramatic (melo- if I must!)
• sad
• hysterical

MYSELF: Susan Elizabeth Shé

ENOUGH

(and counting)

 

a song I wrote after the same rehearsal...

Ad Nauseum

Improve improve improve

Improve Yourself!

(what size are you?)

 

Improve improve improve

Improve Yourself!

(what shape are you?)

 

Improve improve improve

Improve Yourself!

(what age are you?)

 

Improve improve improve

Improve Yourself!

(what race are you?)

 

Improve improve improve

Recuse yourself — we’re done!