I suffered through a lifetime of
tampons stuck halfway up
my bleeding orifice,
string dangling between my thighs
wadding stuffed and stiff and swollen,
waddling with necessity
always a startlement, no such thing as scheduled, just
turn around and blood
would seep and dribble and pour willy milky,
had to speed to the drugstore
toilet paper bunched in my punch
scrambling emergency supplies: I swear
curse of womanhood bane of fecundity.
So when it stopped, oh my god
a celebration for
my vagina, blessings on it forever.