“I’m a big fat mama, got the meat shakin’ on my bones/ And every time I shake, some skinny gal loses her home” ~ Ida Cox (1939)

“Hurry up and crone!” you groan, menstrual cramps

being what they are. Change been a long time

comin’ in this world of tramp stamps and vamps.

Mental fog and fatigue. “This itch makes playtime

kinda…,” you confess. Kinda? What flows floods.

What floods transcends. The lips at the center

where the tongue slides in. Cum thick like the muds

of hell. Lolly gagging. Toe curling. Whir

and blur and… “gag me, Lolly.” Neighbors wag;

I wolf, you howl. Quake peaks. Nip slips. Blood claws.

Flash floods. Mudslide mustache. Rag ride you

home. Slag? No. Itch in witch and hag in shag.

There is no bat mitzvah for menopause.

So, dear heart, this will bloody have to do.