| Blood in the Boardroom |
| sitting in the boardroom the I'm-so-bored room listening to the suits talk about their world they can make straight lines out of almost anything except for the line of my upper lip when it curls dressed in my best greasy skin and squinty eyes I'm the only part of summer here that made it inside in the air-conditioned building decorated with coporate flair I wonder can these boys smell me bleeding though my underwear there's men wearing the blood of the women they love there's white wearing the blood of the brown but every woman learns to bleed from the moon and we bleed to renew life every time it's cut down I got my vertebrae all stacked up as high as they go I but I still feel myself sliding from the earth that I know so I excuse myself and leave the room say my period came early but it's not a minute too soon I go and find the only other woman on the floor is the secretary sitting at the desk by the door I ask her if she's got a tampon I could use she says oh honey, what a hassle for you sure I do you know I do I say it ain't no hassle, no, it ain't no mess right now it's the only power that I possess these businessmen got the money they got the instruments of death But I can make life I can make breath sitting in the boardroom the I'm-so-bored room listening to the suits talk about their world I didn't really have much to say the whole time I was there so I just left a big brown bloodstain on their white chair |