damnuterus*

"Good morning, starshine!"

screams my puffy eyes underlined with circles and dark bags.

"Time to face the day!"

drones from my reflection, oddly resembling Sleepy the dwarf

but without facial hair

and with more feminine features.

Boil (the water)

Eat (the bagel with strawberry cream cheese)

Drink (the English breakfast tea)

no going back to BED for me

no going anywhere but school for me

with my uterus

damnuterus.

Pop the pill to quell the pain to focus my mind on school work.

Work

Wor...

Wo...whoops! focus = gone b/c energy = used up

Put " f(x) = I(feel)^2 + icky(blicky) " into standard form

           |

           | 

          V

" f(x) = (pill + failed)^2 - damnuterus "

Next hour and a half, a war was fought

against the backdrop of sickbeds, heating pads, blankets, herbal tea, and tissues.

And an extra dose of Ibuprofen.

Of course.

"I am woman. Hear me roar"

"I am woman. Hear me roar [at my "gift"]"

"I am woman. Hear me roar [out of monthly agony]"

"I am woman. Hear me roar [because of my damn two X chromosomes]"

I came [to the nurse's clinic].

I saw [the room from the balled-up position of a fetus].

I conquered [the art of going home].

damnuterus.