first blood

(found this, written a year ago)

I wake before morning
dark, moonlight
surprised to find my body naked
leftover wetness from a dream
smile sweetly, indulging
diagonal on the bed
and in the morning, first blood

mean reds

I adore my menstration
fuck  its bad reputation
I love  the sensitivities it brings,
how it makes me soft, tender and tame

and when the pain makes it so I don’t want to eat
it feels good not to fight
take off my glasses, kick the covers off the bed and writhe
face smashed against the little acorns, rocking hips

I feel happy
no one can take this feeling away from me
I am alive.