every sunday morning
engaged 12-year-olds thrill me
with their ambivalent absorption
forcing such compelling questions:
would i be the same person
if my gender/sex were different?
invisible hormones seep
they mount monthly attack
reliable like clockwork
yet always surreptitious
catching me off guard
each new moon
last night was involumable accusation
such force it still shook the telephone line.
this morning brown spots
cotton between my thighs --
all i want to do is apologize
(cc) Karen G. Johnston
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1 comment:
Um, TMI.
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