My specialness

Today I managed to slice my finger open on my umbrella while I was attempting to retrieve it from my backpack's side pocket. I think it takes a certain amount of talent to slice your finger open on something like that. Therefore you should all fear and worship my amazing self-injuring powers. I don't even try.

I hate it when I'm right...

I hate it when I'm right. My prediction was perfectly on. Goddamn it. I'd much rather it come as a surprise so I can whine more. Bleh.

Menstrual

The pain begins—
I write it off as “Just can’t get comfortable.”
If it weren’t for denial
I’d see the inevitable

But every time
I ignore the warnings
Turn away and pretend
Everything will be okay

The pain spreads
Before I know it
I collapse on the stair landing
What if I had gone one more step?

My vision blurs
The cooing of my roommate
to her boyfriend
Makes me feel violent.

Medicine dulls the pain,
But I feel so weak,
I can hardly walk—
I guess I spend today in bed

Two days, three tops,
I’ll be fine.
Next month will be the next time.
Goddamn the pain.