The amazing thing that happened today

as I stood in the shower
shaving my right leg:

I felt a piece of my uterine lining –
a jelly-clot so warm
I almost expected it to
still pulsate and hum
with blood;
gelatin so red
it was almost black –

slide down my unshaven left,
leaving a slippery trail of
crimson in its wake -

a blood moon that
bloomed and blossomed by
my then sinister,
now sacred and feminine,
foot.