Selling Us Pearls

Selling Us Pearls

[Written By: Jennifer Constable]

[Photographer: Gabriela Saldanha Blackwood]

 

How accomplished are we, to possess the

means to loop a leash on Mother Nature herself.

No more “accidental leaking” and goodbye to

those days spent doubled over our duvets.

At last! We have outsmarted our own bodies,

no longer to be enslaved to the sullen waves of

hormonal tides and currents of cramps that toss us side to side

in a monthly cycle of aches and pains to be braved in silence.

We are now prescribed our silver foiled sachets of

twenty-eight pink hued pearls, popped

into the innermost pockets of our purses;

discreet and dainty like the pamphlets had promised.

We have scheduled each bodily function to

be timed to our exact convenience.

 

How naive were we, to believe that leash would be

looped on Mother Nature so easily.

Those peals that once held so much wonder

now sit weighted in ever-younger wombs of

calcified cysts and infantile tubes blocked with

clots from the bleeds we’d thought we’d managed to staunch.

The aches and pains we endured still exist now

paired with the constant panic of something which

burns just below the surface. The hormonal tides still turn

ever more turbulent as we struggle to keep our heads above water.

Blindly, we ingest those pink orbs like polymer prayers to

swell our stomachs and bloat our breasts

until every inch of our skin has been

stretched over limbs made puffy by our own pride;

the artificial regulation of our own menstrual system,

that we thought was ours to command.

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