They say that good things come out of everything, and certainly we writers mine our lives for material all the time. This humor piece came when I began, for the first time in my life, to write poetry as my hysterectomy surgery neared.
This piece started off serious and poetic, but I kept making myself laugh, and there’s nothing better than that, other than making OTHER people laugh. I then sent it to McSweeney’s, a place I’ve always felt was THE place to get published – cool and aloof. Plus they always took like 6 months to reject my work, and that seemed impressive.
I heard back in 4 days that this “was a keeper”, and so in a difficult time, I give you the humor.