Can't we just put a cork,
up there.
To stop the bleeding,
and ickyness,
and maybe even the
cramps.

It is a hassle and just puts such a damper on my life.
Makes things mundane and awful,
I can't wait for it to be over,
and for the exhaustion to
end.

The fatigue, irritability, and-
did I mention the cramps?
Where's the pay off here?
What do I get for suffering through this
on a monthly basis,
since 13!?
Silver-lining, my ***!

The perks seem to be seriously lacking here,
so where is the cork or some midol
to ease the pain,
maybe even a heating pad...?
5 more days,
the countdown
has begun.

There are certain hours / when we deteriorate / our mouths go hot and / the acid lining our organs finally start to burn / the bone / I wish the hours that wearied me the most / were in the middle of the night / all the black ickyness which sticks to me / and drags on the ground behind / wouldn’t clash with the geometric sun beams / but it’s the late noon sun / dull and filtered / and my meds wearing off //

Instead of being made of matter / I wish I could evaporate myself out / into a water vapor room / with all the warmth trapped in / I like the way that it almost looks like a hazy beauty queen evening / with dreams of perfectly pinked skin //

But instead I center myself around that spot where my ribs push into my stomach / I’m a creature of humanity / deteriorating into the soil //

I want to write a poem where I’m a bluejay / or maybe I just want to be a bluejay / I’ll sing while i fly for no reason at all / all matter and air / maybe i feel some need to escape / but mostly I think blue is a pretty color / and I want to make something pretty //