whatever. poem.
blood work
the human body is crazy
its weird that you can stick me
with a little needle and come back
with a vial full of crimson blood
and that's all you need
to tell a fairly comprehensive story
of what's going on with my body.
fairly.
because if my blood work was really
really accurate, it could not only
tell me that my kidneys are functioning
at a normal level, but that i am having trouble
deciding what pair of skinny jeans to buy
and i would be reassured that not only
my T cells are of an acceptable count,
but that my crippling fears over the
LSAT are in vain and if
it was beyond thorough
i would know not only that my heart's
beat is regular except
when i'm around him and his smile
which causes me to get off sync
but we don't want to know the cold
honest truth
about blood work or boyfriends
in a cold white room from
an old white man carrying a clipboard
and while its not healthier
its much easier to keep pushing these
thoughts away we'll reschedule that
missed appointment sooner or
later
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