a musing...

every day i diligently drink down a little red pill. for twenty-one pills each month one thought secretly slips into my mind and holds my attention. for two or three days a month i stare at the little white pills, waiting expectantly for the familiar cramping. when it arrives, i dutifully re-fill the blue package...

i can't be the only woman who is excited by the prospect that her birth control may have failed...