Only
Then
Whoever
the people were at
Proctor
& Gamble who decided on
that
“have a happy period” slogan,
should
be forced to build us menstrual
huts
full of red wine & vibrators, full of
lavender
& tea tree oils & a bit of
Tori
Amos.
They
should be obligated to earn their
red
wings with smiles, tickle our tender
hoods
until the ovulating rivers of our thighs
find
pleasure in the pain.
They
should massage our breasts until
each
ache in them becomes an erect
renunciation
of cramps & bloating &
the
fierce bitchiness of our feminine fires.
Then,
& only then, will we have
a
happy period.
