Every
twenty eight days,
belly
bloated, eyes red,
body soul
exhausted
I confess my
ritual wish
to my partner
With any luck,
I will start bleeding today
Every
twenty eight days,
my partner
nods, shakes
his head, eases
me
into his
arms, confesses
he still
has trouble
getting
used to the sound
of that
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