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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