When I stopped my period I started having vivid daydreams of blood extraction
I would lie on my back, arm out, and feel the blood being pulled out of me
The thin pale crook of my arm pulsing
My body acting out its routine blood loss
I never was good at change
I once watched someone take a thirty-minute-long exposure photo of the night sky
Camera fixed on a tripod, looking up
The developed photograph showed arcing streaks of starlight
And I thought—I could do that
Stand still while the sky turns
Making an art of staying fixed in place