When I Have My Period

after Olivia Gatwood

I take a Midol from Mom

and get a tampon from

the bathroom attendant. 

She gives me the scissors

without me having to ask.


In the stall, I bend my knees

and put the tampon in

and then I put the scissors

as close as possible 

without actually touching

and cut the string.


I stick my finger in

and push the tampon

a little further

and call it a magic trick.


If you complain 

about working while bleeding,

there will always be an echo,

You make so much more money

this way, they can smell it,

they don’t know it

but they love it.


I remember when I looked up 

to Asa Akira and learned about 

pornstars using makeup sponges 

to soak up the blood so they can still

get fucked on camera and I learn then,

at twelve years old

that we know everything

we are everything

and they only know 

what they can see.


I am in a private room,

the only one they have

at this club 

in Scranton, Pennsylvania

and I am completely nude,

bending and spreading

and the light is hitting

and the men are cheering

and no one can tell

that I have a tampon in.

And I feel powerful

in my secret.


The man tells me,

I would move Heaven and Earth

for your pussy. 


At the end of the night,

I try to dig out the tampon

while laying legs spread 

on the bathroom floor,

but I can’t get it 

because my nails 

are too long,

scratching against 

the soft pink walls. 


My friend says,

Here, let me help you

and plucks the bloody cotton

from my insides.

Natalie Gilda is a poet originally from Massachusetts now based in NYC. She is the creator and host of Hot People Read Poetry. Her current projects aim to uplift both her artistic community and sex worker community.

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