Every now and then I get an SMS
that someone is in some hospital.
Hit by a car, or a heart surgery
or whatnot – and needs blood.
I’m O-positive, so I go.
The blood bank is always in
a cold air-conditioned basement
far away from the sunshine.
There they lay me down,
stick the needle in
and take a little roly-poly pouch
of the red stuff.
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