Her period blood stained my sheets
-the smell crept in my nose like a spider to its nest.
The taste lingered in my furniture, past the
bed mattress. Her cherry rhubarb pie, crusted.
Was it worth the $50? -I didn't think so.
She left her razor on the sink, pubic hair
was caught between the worn blades.
I remember her saying "Fuck" the moment
she felt it. It was like an accident on the
meridian. It's a good thing I'm a sailor...
-Islas & Uller
