nostrils flare as capillaries expand
rushing blood as the ******* rushes
pin-pointed eyes cannot hide
and I decide just one more hit –
stabbing wildly
the great vein hunter seeking
the most elusive of prey
…it’s a ******* wonder I don’t drop dead
obviously I have no veins…
how on earth is the blood traveling –
picking a spot only slightly tinged
my 25 percent Native American blood
leaves my skin mostly white…
but when I rub the pin hole
and the blood moves around, smeared
my skin takes on the hue of the red man,
I stab again, and again….
top of my left foot
edge of my big toe
in-between the first *******
the fatty part of my thumb
forearm, armpit, left arm, switch
wiping away blood
stabbing again
more blood
more stabbing
blood
stab
blood
stab
….the minutes turn steady
and the sweat drips in time
when in an instant it happens
the addition of a pink pastel
the recognition of acquisition
I have a vein
the near clear fluid travels
from the 1 cc
into me
and I am free
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for about 17 minutes –