#721: Someone Named Colleen Deserves A Thank-You

I received a lovely gift a couple of weeks ago, but without an e-mail or website address, I have no other way to thank the person who gifted me other than to thank them here.

Colleen, whomever you are, wherever you are, THANK YOU. For all I know, you could be a sadistic freak who drives chopsticks through the ears of kittens, but based solely on your present of an Amazon.com gift certificate to me, I am going to assume that you save orphaned kittens from trees and nurture them at your own bosom.


I thought that you might like to know how I spent your gift. I picked out The Complete Poems: Anne Sexton, Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic, and Elizabeth Cotten's "Shake Sugaree", and I love all of them. The poetry by Sexton is especially crazy running through my brain right now, and it will carry me well through my post-surgical recovery.

For a taste of what I've got, listen to Elizabeth Cotten at Smithsonian Folkways Recordings, watch an interview with Alison Bechdel, and read Anne Sexton's poetry:

In Celebration Of My Uterus (an excerpt)
by Anne Sexton

Everyone in me is a bird.
I am beating all my wings.
They wanted to cut you out
but they will not.
They said you were immeasurably empty
but you are not.
They said you were sick unto dying
but they were wrong.
You are singing like a school girl.
You are not torn.

Colleen, again, thank you.