Letting my Lover Insert my Tampon by Monalisa Maione

You have not left a reachable
surface on my body untouched, so why not?

I’m tired of the daily, hourly, monthly self-plunge
you, wearing your sympathy.

In the shower you run a hand
inside my thigh, print red on the wall. Continue reading “Letting my Lover Insert my Tampon by Monalisa Maione”