The older sister- I reared my brother to normalize the words: ‘I am bleeding from my uterus (He’ll thank me one day) So I’ll continue to complain because every time I bleed I am reminded of my potential And how that scares men with small minds.
To sleep, perchance Tonight insomnious, time hangs heavy, sleep loiters somewhere beyond her weariness a dark cloak she cannot shrug off. A poem hangs half formed, words elude her, thoughts, pregnant with meaning, kick round in her head. It is words that are keeping her awake. Finally sleep seeps over her and when she wakes