I could never put into words until now 
the warm sensation of menstrual blood trickling down my hand 
or the smell of dried blood stuck to public hair 
and how every time I walked passed the butchers or deli department at the local grocery store 
I could recognize the smell of blood dripping from tissue left on white sheets displaying the cuts of meat 
sheets the same color as the toilet paper I use every month
 to examine the clumps of the ****** that flow downwards 
to be born life-less much like a flank stake behind the glass case