Ode to Menopause
Her fan cuts the air The flutter of angry bird wings In terror flight, into the gloom of night She embraces the CHANGE With sweat, Hair drips, And a vociferous, "Puta madre!" Echoes, echoes... Skin, a sacrificial immolation An offering to the Diosa de las Viejas.Coyolxauhgui -- goddess of the moon --has abandoned her, Carried off on the flush and whiffle of wings, Returned to the glorious moon where lovers reign The golden bells upon her cheeks, faded Replaced with the folds Of her Earth Mother, Coatlicue Ancient rocks and crevices Filled with secrets Filled with song Memories, the trail on her journey Like ribbons and seeds left behind To mark her sojourn, As evidence, that She was moist with wetness, Once. This pinche cosa called, MENOPAUSE No vieja sleeps tonight A guardian of dream shadows Seca, Peppered with brownish-rose colored spots Where things were…
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