flowery wine-scented air rises from cotton
swabs that have cleaned so many arms.
now they are little litter-poppies
loitering about the needle and syringe.
“The FDA/ has warned/ against/
it is a redness that fills the needle
as it creeps up towards the fat plastic
pack. the blood is stagnant but the red
seeps out and hurts my eyes strangely.
transfusing/ blood plasma/ a rejuvenating/
the pain of seeing red makes my eyes
turn away to a mousetrap in the corner
a black plastic jaw to guillotine
hypothetical mice, there in the white corner
procedure/ without enough/ animal testing/
to make life better.
to make life better.”