my head is swaying though it's deadly still
red blood plasma swimming wildly 
my brain rotting like miso 
around and around
my feet don't touch the ground
the walls swoop sideways 
in time to a Satie piano
the pale ceiling darkens
turning upside down
i must be having a stroke 
i must have a brain tumor 
hormones going berserk 
vagina drying 
bad breath stale body odor of fungus 
graying hair thinning 
even eyelashes thinning
but your fat getting fatter
you gotta be kidding
dizzy biological clock ticks to the grave 
reproductive function grinds to a halt 
fossils of dinosaurs sleeping inside the earth 
no more monthly blood
no more monthly mood swings 
just permanent depression and deprivation
instinct of species preservation 
menopause, people say, 
marks a step into a more spiritual stage in life 
the best years
the final 
best years
but the top of my head is filled with air 
and deep down, the fiery hotness, 
where the flashes come,
that spot where the root of the umbilical cord
a tiny amputated limb 
awaits
inside 
makes me masturbate in my bed
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