MENSES
Guess I’m that kind of dyke with the 1930’s curly cues in 2013 sometimes slicked dark, slippery thoughts, down my noggin talkin’ about my period. Oh menses! Me traes mensa not like the geniuses either. My body, the things you do to it. Each year, sharper with age each childless year, just one more reason to be sharper, like RAGE . My monthly drag have me wrapped in herbs warm wraps, my midsection mummified, have me stiff in bed afraid of the cold, afraid to be out and about since that one time …weak. Had me driving like a cholo, down the 110 South, when you kicked me in my gut. I slouched down in my seat grabbed my guts. No better time to have them! I kicked into control my emotions like ANGER you blurred my vision like heat on a road. One hand on my guts the other on the wheal I navigated my vehicle played it cool. “Focus, stay in the moment,” like with ANGER . I cracked my window the wind dried my brow then I felt hot my lips cracked ye