not for the squeamy...yesterday i gave blood. blood is very unlike ketchup, its not a bright bouncy and fake...it is a more congealed red, like something gone bad, looks like the red you see when you close your eyes and think of the apocalypse. anyway blood taker pushed needle in and then began poking around...a thin film of my skin was lifted up and then the poking began...and then there was this flash of white (no i had not died, the bloodtaker had smiled, her teeth were neon white compared to the surrounding black skin.)
"does it hurt yet?" she asks. if her needle wasn't within me I would have flattened her then. "no" I smile sweetly. parents look on with a mixutre of horror and fascination...my dad's face is especially comic, his eyebrows came together in one sharp line, his mouth twisted like an acorn...a father remains a father...my mom however was looking with unconcealed hatered at the woman, did i tell u i love my parents...
the crosseyed elephant on a lopsided skateboard incarnate bloodtaker finally found my delicate spidery viens and then she said "clench"... I clenched for all I was worth and there it was...filling up the syringe in spurts of dark life fluid. the deed was done and i was given a ball of cotton-ether to stub out the germ-fest on my largest organ.