My First Period

A trance A sleep A dear memory A gargantuan project gone awry A shared lunch A brevity of meat and bread and cheese, explicate, but how, a collapsed project of sweetness, passionately and masterly and purposefully constructed, now squandered, everything once in place and now nothing works together, passive walks through massive structures, huddle with her eating expressions, I rushed to the restroom, door ajar, had my first blood spitting period.

RC