- The Jellyfish and the Menstrual Cup
splayed across the rocks herself arrayed in fronds of mucussoaked tulle crinoline edged in salted lace she is the cloudy red of bloodfilling the two inch silicone cup currently suctioned to my cervixlike a limpet on a round, smooth stone
I tap the red ridges visible through her gummy, cataracted skin-like scalpsurprisingly sturdy to my searching fingers the fingers that reach inside myselfpull out this silicone cup, release the blood so it poolslike the waves under her hood where she hides the ability to strike,I wish I could
sting like herinstead of letting another egg sluice out in my dreams I pack the infintismaI have scattered in toilets across the world and once, the forest dirtof the Olympic Mountains, pack those blood wishes into the egg sacs of moonsnailssand over still more mucus forming a slick funnel
they are washing up on a beach somewhereas though searching for their mother snail a scarlet jellyfish the size of a hundred nickels,a curious girl, poking and prodding for a weakness, the egg left out. [End Page 61]
Emmy Newman is a MFA candidate in poetry at the University of Idaho. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Inverted Syntax, The Eunoia Review, The Ekphrastic Review, and elsewhere. She currently serves as web editor for Fugue.