Paean to Menopause

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.

About Karen To and Fro

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