Waiting To Draw Blood Poem by Kirby Wright

Waiting To Draw Blood



Asphalt baking beyond
My blood temperature.
White-and-orange wrappers

Crumbled against the curb.
Taco Bell?
40ish men with bald crowns

Drive a College Hunks truck.
Ninety degrees under trees
Pretending to be umbrellas.

Lizard clings to brick
Halfway up a wall
Smothered by dying vines.

Woman in blue
Seated in shadows
Devours tacos from a box.

Waiting To Draw Blood
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Kirby Wright 21 December 2022

don't you hate drawing blood?

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Kirby Wright

Kirby Wright

Honolulu, Hawaii
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