Mom's sleeve was pushed up.
"Move perpendicular to my arm,
pull back. If there is blood,
take the needle out and try again.
If there isn't, press the plunger slowly
but not too slowly."
I could hurt her very badly.
The first time,
I went too fast
and when I took the needle out of her arm
a drop of the green gold colored suff
dripped out as well.
"That one syringe is $6000 of chemo. Don't waste any."
Sometimes,
the first try is the only one that matters.
This is good practice for the meaningful things
is the normal refrain,
on songs less spontaneous
and on experiments that can be repeated.
I refuse for the drop
that didn't even enter her
to be all I have of these days.
-Citron
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