This day in my blogging history
2016: Never compromise yourself. You are all you’ve got. —Janis Joplin. Happy birthday, Janis!
2018: The story of me, Janis and Bobby (stopped smoking in 2007 for good)
A Spot of Blood
I spot a spot of blood.
It is on the floor next to our furnace,
right where I just got dressed after the shower.
My child-bearing years are over,
or are they?
My body is in limbo,
it doesn’t know which way to go.
But no more bleeding.
At least I thought it was over.
That spot is there though,
waiting to be investigated.
Knowing I will.
But he had a shower too, just earlier.
What if it was him?
Which is even scarier.
Or the dog?
I spot another spot.
On the way from the bathroom.
This is serious.
I go to look in the mirror.
My face is slightly panicky
Had to be him then.
I tear a single white sheet
off the toilet paper roll
Immediately I see that something is not right.
Instead of the hue I learned to expect
there is a purple tinge.
Yes, I have just put my last night’s wine glass away.
Why do you ask?
It seemed empty to me…
And so I danced.