Menstrual Flow Pt.1, Sonnet Xv Poem by Zachary Buck Hultman

Menstrual flow, sick, can't sit on it, Moses
Never this before? Play house in the basement
Rip out the sheets, no longer by your feet
Stick one end anywhere, and build a teepee

Spider web, hers, remember where we were
I'm going to take you on an adventure
Through your mind to different times, I must stir
Before your dad intrudes must remember

Left in the dirt, for the people here die
Christ's time shine, here I make my great escape
I grow beneath your feet, doomed prophecy
Eternal, I never dies, save a life

Cannabis opens next week, a few feet
Green Bay Police Chief's Up North Wisconsin Cabin