Not Sponsored by Tampax
By Sophie Bunnell
I was in plastic
Now I am soaked and sodden
Atop fresh linens.
This is Just to Say
By Cheryl Wang
I have placed
the tampon
on that was in
the dryer
and which
you were probably
saving
for tomorrow
Forgive me
it was delicious
so sweet
and so warm.
Aftermath, Underground and Discarded
By Hunter Dodrill
Imagine, how at once we were
all connected. Those fibers of
life–
so intertwined. We double
over and turn in on ourselves,
lost in the endless maze of
beginnings and endings and–
There was once a great sea.
Crimson waves tore us apart
and we were soaked in the
blood of our own demise.
Can you see it? Mothers and
daughters, fathers and sons,
loved ones and sworn enemies;
we begin to fall apart in this
way. Soak up the memories of
the past and the lost dreams of
the future–
dissipating in the midnight
echo.
We lose it now, once more
forever again–
everything we have ever been;
sloughed off and discarded;
paint the town red; leave me a
memory; pull me closer by the
fibers still hanging.
Imagine, now, how at once we
were all connected. How all
we are now is the detritus you
have left us among to rest, the
dripping of loss, the wish for
something more–
