Day 1 April 01
Just a whisper at the end of class, and I was told go down the halls through the yellow dust in sunlight-constant in my memory, I find the past in dust
Someone waited by the head mistress’s office like she always did -everything she tried to be here in the quiet, though no one had figured that out yet-action and reaction, physics
This morning she'd made a rabbit fist and punched another kid in the kidney hard enough to hurt; the teachers said they couldn't believe she kept on being like this
like a storm, but I'd been in her brother’s boat beyond the banks and felt the sea lurch, punch us in the face and how wild the sea was and how little it cared
I wondered if we were still friends,had we transposed to strangers?Anyway this is my story, how after the first blood, I knocked on the nurse's door, explained the lapse
And she gave me a great big parcel, unwrapped to see a wad of cotton bandage and a safety pin from a time when bleeding was medical
And how it made it sem like a condition, this happening of womanhood, affixing the white flag to white cloth with stainless steel,
the pin nicking the skin,
drawing a single bead
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