girl dinner
bled through the white pants. again...
I just bled through my white pants.
bled through the white pants.
again.
no intention of having —
children—
yet, here we sit and bleed—
whether or not the clock—ever went off—
does anyone else struggle—
with an inability to determine—
whether or not they are clair-fucking-voyant—
or pure straight jacket material—
on the first day of their—
—period.
shit—
???
that was supposed to be a question mark
we meant that as a question mark.
did you send that?
how long have we been sitting here?
is that just slippery stuff?
no that’s blood.
shit.
what’s the date again?
….
right.
again?
well I’ll be damned.
work tomorrow.
damn.
again.
there goes a cramp.
just.
damn.
what if I were a man?
this again?!
shut up and go to bed.
what were those undies called again?
???
they’re like cute
???
but catch fluid?
depends?
NO. NO.
No.
No.
No.
we’re not THERE yet.
oh—
oh oh I got it
something about thinking?
we’re doing enough of that.
I almost had it.
thinks, I think!
we need to go to bed.
but with an x?
wait aren’t those like—
condemned?
toxic?
we read something about that.
op—
what?
bled through a second—
pair of—
seriously?
I—
the pants??
wow.
yes, yes, I suppose I—
oh come on—
I got distracted.
I was thinking—
no, no enough thinking
huh…
a concept to consider.
No. No more considering.
but—
unless you're considering sleep.
but—
did you return that email?
about the—
it’s bed time.
we heard you!
I had a thought —
on the drive home?
yeah.
you should write it down.
look a text—
for god’s sakes.
what?
put a tampon in—
before you—
get your ass in bed!?
Jen—
do you think we’re still friends?
say more.
nope. say less—
but—lovers or friends?
I said shhhhh
but why?
what are you? a child?
maybe.
what’s wrong with that?
tomorrow. just save it for then.
fine.
pretend.
mend.
just hit—
I did.
you hit send?!
yep.
I think it’s the most brilliant thing we’ve ever said.
Jeeeen.
why are you over reacting?
OMG good night!
did we eat dinner?
I don’t think pretzels—
they don’t count.
but they are delicious—
dipped in—
peanut butter.
or cheese.
bed!
we need to go to the store.
are you doing that—
pinching the air emoji with my hands—
yes.
yes, I am.
is the store open?
we could go now—
NO.
the dog IS limping
I know.
I should google.
want me to google?
If we google we won’t sleep. GOOGLE.
was she flirting?
wait are we friends again?
I need to sit down.
I’m beat.
me too.
just bled through the pants again.
FUCK.
did we water the plants?
hat one on that high shelf?
are you cooking?
just a snack--
it’s ten thirty. pee.em.
I know.
I’m hungry.
did you just—actually throw spaghetti at the wall—
to check?
yes. yes I did
what!?
to see if it was ready yet.
what was their name?
the one you swore you—
wouldn’t forget?—yeah.
I thought this bill was on autopay.
nope that was something else.
what was it?
they texted again.
hold on I gotta type something out.
that water is boiling over. sent. and read!
I like what we sent.
it felt correct.
I feel good.
I feel bad.
ouch.
another cramp?
yeah.
I’m due for a pap.
when was our last?
I should call—
but first a nighttime nap.
2 years?
lucky we haven’t caught the clap.
the clap???
what year are we in?
what are years anymore.
I feel like hell.
I feel ragey.
nah that’s just the moon in Aries.
bedtime astro-fairies!
you over-cooked the noodles.
ugh. this was supposed to be easy.
what? being alive?
ha. ha. ha
maybe for the guys—
nah. they get their share.
maybe.
I feel lazy.
you're bleeding.
I'm—
TIRED. IT’S MIDNIGHT!
There’s still work to get done.
tomorrow.
….. ….
leave it for tomorrow.
maybe.....
is it enough salt?
maybe?
more?
the floor—
what?
the blood—
it's dripping
on the floor??
yeah....
yep.
shit. well. more salt.
turned out tasty, yeah?
hmmmm.
what?
nothing. just another daydream.
if we don't get in bed I'm gonna scream.
okay okay okay.
but first—
icecream???
I'll get the spoons.
I'm in.
me too.
fuck it—
tomorrow is already—
today?
well I was gonna say red-tide doomed.
yeah.
that too.
About the Creator
Jen Parkhill “JP”
Jen Parkhill “JP”, a first generation Cuban-American artist and proud member of the LGBTQIA+ community. Cat dad, writer, filmmaker, actor, friend, and graduate of the Tisch School of the Arts, NYU.
Hurling through time.
@jenparkhill
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Comments (14)
Creative genius at heights! This is all kinda excellent! A pleasure to read and full of unexpected nuances. Well, WELL done!
This was so innovative and creative as well as really exhilarating to read! Awesome work!
Congrats on your top story.
Amazing! I love it
Nice and unique piece of writing Congratulations on TS
Oh that battle with our own physical and mental energy.
Congrats
Congratulations 👏. Nicely done 👍✅
I just read Jen's delightful piece about a girl and her dinner escapades, and let me tell you, it's a feast for the senses! From the tantalizing descriptions to the relatable kitchen mishaps, this poem has it all. Jen's creativity is truly a treat - just like the dinner she's describing!
Very relatable, and this really seems like a stream of consciousness. Congrats on top story!
Congrats on your top sotry.
It's been a while for me, but damn. Nailed it.
Very creative and funny and also so very real. So much going on and you just feel scattered and you’re freakin’ bleeding on the damn floor!! Ugh
This was " spot on"! I don't have it, (meaning menstruation) anymore, yet I will always recall the first one and the last. Believe it or not, part of me misses it. I love the way you wrote this.