Glass Poetry Press

Volume One Issue Three

Caleb Parkin

Blood Groups

I have picked this moment off. A nurse mosquito-mouthed speaking into the megaphone green delta to my palms: an open sea. All the bodies in her words and the words now in my body. Where is choice in these boxes these papers my form? Where is devotion through these tubes this plasma screening? Where am I pinned down by an irrelevant O Negative? At home in my bed everything goes I am just blood coral red.