Genie Nakano

The Golden Fan

This was my favorite fan . . . during menopause.

Whenever hot flashes would arise I'd sit or stand peacocked and wave a golden fan.

'Cause if you're going to do it, do it big, I'd say.

The sweat would pour down my face, roll down my chest, drip down and encircle my nipples, and halt right there . . . like a dripping nursing goddess.

What a surge—made you feel like something was really happening. And that dewy flushed glow on your face—like you just finished having sex.

Well, now it's over. . .

I miss those flashes of instant recognition and instant self awareness. What a surge—made you feel like something was really happening.

And that dewy flushed glow on your face—like you just finished having sex. Now I'm on to another phase.

. . . ahhhh this "floating world."

Look . . .
a new moon
passing.