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September 26, 2002
Everything Tasting Blue(continued)

First I visited the diner
And reordered milk and toast,
And ladybugs between sliced hams,
And pillbug-stuffed, cold roast.

But as I ate I recalled
I’d left the day before
With my mouth intact,
my tongue blue-free
Having eaten and asking for more.

Next I entered the blood bank
And wandered past sterilized rows
Of platelets, plasma, needles, and gauze,
And bags named A, AB, and O

Here as before I left with no mouth,
But thought to myself with a smile,
Of course it’s not
where they drew my blood;
But down the grocery aisle!