We do what we do when we do what we do

Or something.  Ultimate point: yay for the writer femmes! 

This was an early revoltingly uber-capitalist Christmas holiday prezzie from my friend Sharon:

Damn this rope burn!  Is this a book I even need to open??  Sweet merciful crap but that cover is great.  Will read anyway, of course.  Will also be propositioning Miz Collins (kitty growl) to edit a Midwestern, tattooed, be-scarved, hipster-booted version of this anthology called Homegirl Poetry.  Same tagline. ;)