Menopause

 

Menopause-

Middle age puberty. 

I don’t fit right in my skin.

Things are out of focus.

My left foot doesn’t sit right

In my Hoka, and there’s electric currents running down my arms, 

like my funny bone took a hit.

My ears itch and ring 

And the sound of breathing around me

Makes me hold my breath.

Im hot, feverish, and sweating

through three changes of clothes a night,

While I shiver from the fan.

My Loves speak too loudly,

And too quietly, and if the captions fail

I hear only gibberish. 

I want to be hugged

And I want to body slam the hugger.

I want to tell you Jesus loves you

And fuck you for driving 5 under the limit 

in the left lane.

I grip the steer wheel,

come out of my seat,

anger rising like bile.

Alanis comes on the radio,

And it’s ironic

How the static just

quiets.

Hormones are monster.

The lack of them is a bitch