The pale blue waters

Diane Seuss

of the toilet bowl. The roiling
red ringlet
of  blood back when I bled.
That’s what I said:

when I bled
into the still
blue waters.
If  I still

had daughters they’d take
over bleeding from me.
But here at the end
of the world,

my daughters
are dead. There’s only one
girl, and
she’s all in my head.