Every month she comes
Sometimes with no warning
Sometimes in long
Prolonged
Waves
Sometimes she is dense
Liquorice red
Thick,
Heavy,
Heated,
Heaving, “I’m. Coming”
(out)
Heavenly
Healthfulness.
Sometimes
She pretends to be gone.
Done.
But makes her last appearance
In brick red
“I’m not done with you woman.”
And her coming
Leaves you helpless
ROOT OF ROOTS 