it's a woman thing. when chemicals go haywire, and cords get tangled up. i'm the little pot belly, wearing the too-tight bra, ben&jerry's in my hand. i'm the lit matchhead, the firecracker shouting mouth. i'm the cool cucumber marinating in low light bubble baths.

i'm the brooding blue gooey, the frowning gray sky crying down. i'm the weepy sleepyhead, wetting down catfur.

i'm the crammed in gym shorts and big T, determined to let endorphins do the fighting for me. crunches to munches the cramps away, high stepping, ass kicking battements to stretch out the back, pushing swooshing, pumping grunting to tire myself out!

girl shopper in the pharmacy, basket full of ob's, pamprin, and chocolate ice cream, armed with irishman fantasies.