Resigned

Changing a menstrual cup in the men’s room
is hard only because you were supposed to be
six months pregnant by now, supposed to have
learned to puke here instead. But bleeding
is all you know. Cough to cover the
squelching sound when you pull it out,
or don’t, and leave them guessing. Wipe
the blood from the toilet seat, or don’t,
and let them think someone’s hemorrhaging.
March to the sink with bloodied hands,
resigned as a pallbearer. Never
meet the eye of the man at the urinal.