When I typed ‘perimenopause’ in my phone, it autocorrected to Perfume Opaque. I decided I liked this better than the word ‘perimenopause’.

I did not create this genre, there are others before me. Here are my personal contributions, inspired by these weird changes in my body over the last year or so. I don’t write poetry. These came to me in waves over two days, without much effort. Call it a lightning strike whim.

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Ah pregnancy scare!
Then hysteria laughter
at brown thready blood

Brown smudge underthings
Mark of dying ovaries
Only mutant eggs

“Everything must go!
An ovary firesale!”*
Says my uterus.

Warnings of dry sex
But, yay! No sign yet appears
Carry on, no lube!

Hot blast in my face
Is it mad joy to see you
Or just dying eggs?

Still can get it on
easily from kiss to fuck
without incident

Six week smear
Faint hint at an abortion
I won’t have to choose

*contribution by Sam Mills