Friday, March 16, 2012


As usual she can’t find any blood.

There was a big one there. I don’t know where it went.

She had the same problem last time.

This seems to happen a lot.
When you give blood?
No. Just with you.
I’m sorry.
I’m the one who’s sorry for not being able to bleed for you. Next time
I’ll lift weights to pump things up.

She smiles.

Did you drink any water before you came?
Drink water before you come next time.
Hokey dokey. Will do.

Blood on her third strike.
It pulsates into her generalized horror
staining her median torpor
pooling on the floor
shaping a bio hazard.

Thanks, I said.

No problem.

She presses her gauze to the spot,
taping down her third bandage
surrounded by hair, still

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