*CONTENT WARNING! The subject matter of this poem is about tampons.* I Was Never Afraid of the Tampon I remember me and my best girlfriendshuddled in the pink-tiled bathroom the rusting tub as witnesssquat-standing, legs open likeo’s, arm swooped, hand gripping the plastic applicator shiny with vaseline– vagina somewhere in the arch ofshadows between my trembling thighs… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 9