No, we won’t find much comfort here, or words pretty for pretty’s sake. Sheila McMullin scores the flesh of her observations and sears them with ponderous, mostly unanswerable questions about pain and anger, consequences, finality. Avowed feminist, and youth and animal advocate, she received an MFA from George Mason.
With blood and black stripes all over. She began her first cycle.
Felt like wet sand caught in the crotch of her bathing suit when
she was younger and at the beach. Chunky and gooey and rose
is a rose is a rose is a rose-colored. The daughter showed her
mother. For a moment she couldn’t realize what it was. The
mother smelt it. Yes, you could have babies now. But don’t until
you have a good job. You’re doing a good job now. You did the
right thing telling me. Mark the phase of the moon on your
calendar. Vitamin C can help if you bleed too heavy. It will be
good to remember that.
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