A Poem About PMS
Nothing feels right.
Muscles are more tight.
Hungry and then nauseous.
Much more ambivalent and cautious.
Feeling low.
Moving slow.
A little bloated and off.
Am I developing a cough?
Throat might be sore.
Angsty in the core.
What to do? What to do?
Be kind to yourself and sooth.
Baths and good smells.
Eat things that make you feel well.
Love yourself with all your heart.
Laugh at yourself when you fart.
PMS is the title
And it’s a part of life’s cycle
Nature and the human body on “go”
Welcome welcome Aunt Flo.
Rabbi Molly G. Kane 