Personal Truth

Kid stuff. We were sixth graders. walking home from school my brother pointed to a bloody menstrual pad. He said it was a Vampire tea bag. Like I said, kid stuff.

After Katrina a lot of people moved, lived in motels, vacant condos. Everyone was on public assistance. We lived in a motel on I10. One room, one bed. We didn't have any money. My brother noticed a bloody pad in the trash can. He made fun of me, if I had prepared a Vampire tea bag.

I was not twelve.

I loved him. We lived the life of gypsies for a long time. My parents got jobs, we finished high school. My brother took off for the Marine Corp. I got a job, and took classes at the HCC. My brother didn't come home. Except to be buried. Whenever I get my period I think about him. I'm lost without him.

In a romantic relationship I'm very careful about disposing of my menstrual baggage.