Heal the Moon
IMPRINT
Mother crouches in darkness,
Head on her knees,
Blood dripping down
Washing toilet sides
And a scent,
Rotting life,
Moss and iron
Files deep within my cells
Until I bleed,
Moan,
Clutch my womb
And wonder,
Why this pain?
Is something broken?
INCUBATION
I’m driving home early,
High school in the rear view,
17,
Stop at Old Navy for pajamas
Blood and drugs and ice cream
Praying for unconsciousness
Let the moon flow down
Wake me when I am clean again.
REPRODUCTION
Arbitrary crimson clockwork
28 days, 31 days
Fingers drumming against my plans,
Don’t go, it’s almost time,
Make sure you’re close to home,
Just in case.
Random trips for mac and cheese
Chocolate, salt and vinegar potato chips,
And always, Naproxin in tubes, pockets,
Anywhere close.
Now I use it, call it out,
Gotta go home early,
My uterus hurts.
I’m liking the pain,
Cocooning, my private enclave
Where I can devour the world
With a spoon
Asleep while the movie plays out.
DEVIATION
Hands slide down my torso
Land on hip apexes
Twirling metal filaments
Deep as contractions
Bounce
From womb to tiny intruder,
Waves rippling
Between poles
Subsiding,
Sliding me around pain
Into rest.
No drugs, no chocolate,
Just blood and body
Floating
Still.
HEALING
Ingredients line shelves,
Reiki,
Acupuncture,
Pelvic massage,
Evening Primrose Oil,
Balm to calm seething moons
Out for blood and soul
Falls short of
Accumulated rage,
The shame of bearing breasts and children
Curled in a fist
That beats its way out
Every month.
I tell him so
On our drive to the snow,
What am I missing?
What haven’t I done?
And he looks over,
Places his hand on my heart
Says,
I believe you can have a painless cycle.
Let us create a ceremony
To honor moon time.
And blood flows,
Blankets,
We walk together
Silent,
My body stands straight
Letting gravity and tides
Ease iron down.
Just like that,
No pain,
Complete release,
Stretching forward and back through time.
Mother crouches in darkness,
Head on her knees,
Blood dripping down
Washing toilet sides
And a scent,
Rotting life,
Moss and iron
Files deep within my cells
Until I bleed,
Moan,
Clutch my womb
And wonder,
Why this pain?
Is something broken?
INCUBATION
I’m driving home early,
High school in the rear view,
17,
Stop at Old Navy for pajamas
Blood and drugs and ice cream
Praying for unconsciousness
Let the moon flow down
Wake me when I am clean again.
REPRODUCTION
Arbitrary crimson clockwork
28 days, 31 days
Fingers drumming against my plans,
Don’t go, it’s almost time,
Make sure you’re close to home,
Just in case.
Random trips for mac and cheese
Chocolate, salt and vinegar potato chips,
And always, Naproxin in tubes, pockets,
Anywhere close.
Now I use it, call it out,
Gotta go home early,
My uterus hurts.
I’m liking the pain,
Cocooning, my private enclave
Where I can devour the world
With a spoon
Asleep while the movie plays out.
DEVIATION
Hands slide down my torso
Land on hip apexes
Twirling metal filaments
Deep as contractions
Bounce
From womb to tiny intruder,
Waves rippling
Between poles
Subsiding,
Sliding me around pain
Into rest.
No drugs, no chocolate,
Just blood and body
Floating
Still.
HEALING
Ingredients line shelves,
Reiki,
Acupuncture,
Pelvic massage,
Evening Primrose Oil,
Balm to calm seething moons
Out for blood and soul
Falls short of
Accumulated rage,
The shame of bearing breasts and children
Curled in a fist
That beats its way out
Every month.
I tell him so
On our drive to the snow,
What am I missing?
What haven’t I done?
And he looks over,
Places his hand on my heart
Says,
I believe you can have a painless cycle.
Let us create a ceremony
To honor moon time.
And blood flows,
Blankets,
We walk together
Silent,
My body stands straight
Letting gravity and tides
Ease iron down.
Just like that,
No pain,
Complete release,
Stretching forward and back through time.
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