By Sara Maldonado
When I see you in the office, I turn 12 again.
Fire rising up my cheeks. Turning bright red.
I grab you and hide you in my pocket
Hoping no one will see us together.
But then you fall and I pretend I’ve never seen you before.
You’re lying there. Helpless.
But you have me by a string. I can’t let go of you this week.
And why should I? Why should I have this shame to be with you?
Especially when I so clearly need you.
I take a deep breath and I pick you up.
After all, you’re just a tampon.
And if it’s unprofessional to have you here then can I get a paid monthly vacation?
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