What a Shame

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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