that i don't want to give blood,
fearful,
or that there
is something wrong
with my blood,
i would be very generous
with my
blood, if there was an easier
way of getting it out
of my body.
a spigot of sorts
instead of a silver spike
taking aim
at the blue string
in my arm,
the vein tapped fat
and ripe.
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