Stain

Of period blood Conflicts of interest Bad timing The Stain

Control and chaos Destructive impulses Delusions of grandeur The Stain

Your Scent Pried from the jaws of the washing machine Clings hard to my favorite clothes

Stains , , I see you reflected in those birthmarks When we were reborn Wet and vulnerable Renewed to affection

Died in our sleep every night But clung hard to a mutual understanding Our water flowed with different currents Though they explode as they collide Still swept away in separate tides

Now the Stain Of period blood Is all I have to remember your touch