The syringe seems to scream out of its needled

Proboscis as it approaches your arm,

so terrified children are of this little mosquito

some will gnash and scratch and destroy the

windows to avoid being in the same room with one.

If you listen closely, you can always hear one buzzing

in the air around you like a hornet’s nest in the attic.

But I don’t see what the big deal is.

In fact, when I have my cholesterol labs done

I like to watch it go into me like butter,

it’s having had centuries to perfect its entry.

I honestly find it quite interesting to watch it collect me,

its abdomen getting fuller and fuller with my red

life juice I hardly ever get to see, before it falls off

and lands on the palm of a hot nurse, and just rests

there, fully satisfied and not ready to move.