January 14, 2020
I am typing this poem in a squat position
I cannot sit; the tampon feels strange down there.
Considering the -38 temperature condition
I’d rather stay home than go anywhere.
I want to go out; to the grocery
buy sanitary pads and something from the bakery
I wonder if those are important enough for me
enough to walk outside and end the misery.
This poem has nothing to do with tampons really
It is the weather that has gone silly
Bush fires, a volcano erupting and extreme weather
People are sad, emotionally beaten; whatsoever
Everything and everyone
are being normal
The earth will be Earth.
The mortal will be mortal.
Copyright © Kristine Nardo | Year Posted 2020
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