wringing the tampon dry like a tea bag

color drips down the side of the porcelain

that was the first cycle in months that didn't make me feel

like shit about my body

my anatomy in it's current state

I feel clean and connected

I wash, and my hands


lovingly run over my teeny tiny curves

without prompting

I used to have gratitude

that my curves were small enough

to hide

now in this moment, I have gratitude

that my curves are there in the first place

My fingers open my labia

gently as I mouth the word I cursed for a while


rolling the r on my soft palate

smiles and nods run rampant across the auditorium in my head

here and now-

I vow to be

The expert on my own physique

The End

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