Musings by The Poet Loriet
Tampons
Only old married women
and single girls without a prayer
keep their tampons on the countertop.
Mine sit in the small bathroom
right off my bedroom
because there are no hopes
of romantic encounters in
the near future.
They've sat there since last month,
a reminder of my bachelorette status,
a young divorcee with no one to care
whether her tampons are concealed
in the back of a cabinet
or sitting there offensively,
shouting their female
product-hood.
No reason to put them away.
The tampons stay out
until my next lover.
They're the closest to
getting lucky that
I'm going to get.
So they get the benefit
of a front-window display.
Lori Beal
and single girls without a prayer
keep their tampons on the countertop.
Mine sit in the small bathroom
right off my bedroom
because there are no hopes
of romantic encounters in
the near future.
They've sat there since last month,
a reminder of my bachelorette status,
a young divorcee with no one to care
whether her tampons are concealed
in the back of a cabinet
or sitting there offensively,
shouting their female
product-hood.
No reason to put them away.
The tampons stay out
until my next lover.
They're the closest to
getting lucky that
I'm going to get.
So they get the benefit
of a front-window display.
Lori Beal
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