Catamenia, Louise Mather

At night, the deer at the window of the cottage. Her eyes share death with you;

the child back in the woods, fetching water and blood. You bathe in mud, logs sequenced to burn -

for summer

may be too far. What can you

lay out for her to feed on but mahogany, miry figs, catamenia? Rituals, anarchism, solipsism - yourself, as a scapegoat.

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Louise Mather is a poet from Northern England. You can find her on Twitter @lm2020uk and her work in Fly on the Wall Press, The Cabinet of Heed, Versification, Crow & Cross Keys and Dust Poetry Magazine. She is currently writing about rituals and endometriosis.