My Beautiful Blood – A poem
My Beautiful Blood arrived exactly on time this month.
Another month of bleeding, learning.
It arrived for me at work today.
I carried my silk sachet that holds my cup into the bathroom,
non-discreetly.
Last month, I worked out with the receptionist that she was one cycle day ahead of me.
I reminisced to her that when I worked for myself, I always took the first day off work.
I nurtured and cared for myself within the boundaries of the life I had created.
Had…created.
My beautiful blood arrived today,
Day 1
I am almost numb from the waist down,
craving green soul cleansing food and vitamins.
Yet here I am.
At work,
against the grain of my practice and desires.
She called in.
Said it was stomach problems.
I chuckled to myself,
good for you girl.
