Attempting a poem a week. Maybe some other musings. Always a work in progress. Satisfaction not guaranteed.

Predictable Monthly Sadness

today it was a fifth floor balcony
last month fast-moving traffic,
a good-looking stranger  
an approaching train
no cause for alarm
this lunacy will wane
and wax again

fleeting impulses
chemical reactions
progesterone surges
unrealized urges
the urge to die
the urge to fuck 
basic and absurd, yes

neither real nor imagined
shadow feelings 
passing over and through 
lonely clouds and avenues

woman, you will outlast these spells
bobbing in the ocean swells 
emotions and remembered smells
calm seas on the horizon

In Response to my 22nd Annual Reading of "Yom Kippur, 1984"

Singular