Fifteen years gone.
by Aaron Blair
My period was five days late,
but yesterday it came,
so today I'm wearing white underwear
to show nature who is boss.
I remember the first time I bled,
how I imagined all those unused eggs
as tiny little abortions
because I had never had sex
and I still believed in god.
It's funny what fifteen years
will do to a body, what it will do to a soul.
God has gone and he took everything
but the cramps and the suspicion
that I'm just a big, dumb animal
attracted to the smell of misery.
Author's Note: The only reason that I even know that it was late is because I have an iPhone app to tell me when it's supposed to be here.
Posted on 06/13/2010
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
|Member Comments on this Poem
|Posted by Tom Goss on 06/15/10 at 02:52 PM
This poem is hot-blooded... check it... and see ;)
|Posted by George Hoerner on 07/11/10 at 01:01 PM
It is amazing what the belief or disbelief in God can do to us and how it can make us feel. Good write lady.
|Posted by Mo Couts on 06/02/11 at 02:11 AM
Ooohhh...this is a passionate and fiery read. Yes, it is amazing what 15 years can do a person.
|Posted by Scott Utley on 06/10/11 at 12:58 AM
I am more than twice your age, I was born gay, I watched and loved as thirty-two friends and lovers died from AIDS, and after reading two of your poems, may I say I am head over heals in love with you. Maybe next life, no need to hurry while there are words of the laughing wise penetrating our beautiful universe with every breath it takes.