menstrual
whirligirl in a hut
a
tone
.
an
eclipse
.
a
sloughing
off
.
no
baby
this
month
.
maybe
next
month
.
a
nightmare
.
a
dream
.
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...
ovenbird
Maybe
this
was
a
moon
time
once
.
Gentle
shifting
of
tides
.
Not
now
.
Now
it
is
volcanic. Tectonic rifts resulting
in
migraines.
Painful
ruptures ripping
me
apart
from
skull
to
tailbone.
So
much
blood
.
Enough
to
fill
the
chalice
of
my
hands
.
Enough
to
make
a
ritual
of
.
Body
of
Christ
.
Blood
of
Christ
.
What
does
a
male
god
really
know
of
bleeding
?
You
should
ask
his
mother
if
you
want
that
kind
of
knowledge
.
She
who
had
her
courses
stopped
by
the
implantation
of
a
divine
child
.
Against
her
will
.
She
didn’t
ask
for
that
.
My
own
body
pours
itself
out
.
Cycles
getting
shorter
as
my
reproductive system prepares
to
shut
down
.
I
didn’t
ask
for
this
either
.
My
skin
smells
like
iron
.
I
’m
dizzy
.
Did
I
forget
to
eat
today
?
I
forgot
to
eat
today
.
And
I
’ve
lost
so
much
blood
.
And
it
hurts
to
open
my
eyes
,
and
my
tongue
is
a
copper
coin
,
cold
and
slack
in
my
mouth
,
and
I
don’t
know
who
I
’ll
be
when
this
wound
is
cauterized
and
the
rivers
that
run
through
me
are
dry
.
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