Very tempting,
Plasma selling,
Seventy dollars – if twice a week.
Dark glass doors,
And you’re in,
And onto a refuse-filled
Street, a side door,
Solid, you’re out ….
A flesh-colored band-aid
On arm, the plasma contained,
Soon to be cosmetics ….
You’re dizzy,
Too dizzy to take your seven 10’s
Pull one, and go
To a restaurant for food and liquid.
So so dizzy.
You support yourself
On the plasma buliding’s wall, rest,
And then carefully step to a bench by
The taxi stand, still dizzy ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-June 2011
