sitting in the boardroom
  the I'm-so-bored room
  listening to the suits
  talk about their world
  they can make straight lines
  out of almost anything
  except for the line
  of my upper lip when it curls
  dressed in my best greasy skin
  and squinty eyes
  I'm the only part of summer here
  that made it inside
  in the air-conditioned building
  decorated with coporate flair
  I wonder
  can these boys smell me bleeding
  though my underwear
    there's men wearing the blood
  of the women they love
  there's white wearing the blood of the brown
  but every woman learns to bleed from the moon
  and we bleed to renew life
  every time it's cut down
  I got my vertebrae all stacked up
  as high as they go
  I but I still feel myself sliding
  from the earth that I know
  so I excuse myself and leave the room
  say my period came early
  but it's not a minute too soon
    I go and find the only other woman on the floor
  is the secretary sitting at the desk by the door
  I ask her if she's got a tampon I could use
  she says
  oh honey, what a hassle for you
  sure I do
  you know I do
  I say
  it ain't no hassle, no, it ain't no mess
  right now it's the only power
  that I possess
  these businessmen got the money
  they got the instruments of death
  But I can make life
  I can make breath
  sitting in the boardroom
  the I'm-so-bored room
  listening to the suits talk about their world
  I didn't really have much to say
  the whole time I was there
  so I just left a big brown bloodstain
  on their white chair