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Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me.
-Sigmund Freud
Favorites of a Menstruating Woman
I like to be quiet
I lay on the grass out in the sun
Like a cat
I like my crimson shawl
My bleeding cloak, my signal
I go real slow
I like my face to relax
And my cheeks feel heavy
It looks like I frown but I don’t exactly
I melt into my chair
And read snippets
Of books and snippets of food
All day
I like to be taken care of
The birdsongs, the sparkling sea
The insects and seedlings are
My mellow delight
But my heavy relaxed cheeks
Conceal my pleasure
Sleep? No, drifting
I like to drift in and out all day long
My red flowers, my blood flowers,
My moon cycle flowers
I really like those
My lover brings them to me on this day
“I worship her, gentle Parvati, on her sacred
Bleeding day, her Moon”
The flowerwyfe swoons
And I am sure she is jealous
I like my pains
The churning, the prickly aches
The heavy head and tired eyes
I just like to feel them
So I go unmedicated
They come in waves, these pains
I wonder why they are necessary
But who’s to say
They just are
I like the mysterious blood
It flows uninhibited
So free, really, so profoundly
Chocolate takes a backseat to meat
I never really like meat until this day
I like that it’s only one heavy day
One knocked on my butt day
It’s much like a tithe
A giving back, a Sabbath rest
I sink into my life
It’s all good
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