The needle slides in easily and
I wince, then watch
the blood spurt into the tube
swilling around the curved vial
like a Malbec in a wineglass.
I wonder if the technician
can infer notes from it as well-
earthy and sarcastic with
bitter undertones and a bold finish
would be what my blood says.
Aged well from a great year
but at the end of the day
the antibodies it stupidly carries
makes it kind of like
the wine is trying to destroy the bottle.