giving blood

ah ha, she says,
hands on her hips,
standing over me
after i've fainted
onto the kitchen floor
from giving blood to
the insurance man
who sits there
filling out a chart,
checking off some
box that will increase
my rate tremendously.
ah ha, she says
again, my funny
happy wife, so pleased
to see me weak, and
out like a flickering
light. i can feel
the cold linoleum
against my cheek,
as i come to, and
hear her whispery voice
as she laughs and says
would you like some
juice and a cookie.