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This\u2019ll sting, she says to me, and slaps a vein below the\ntourniquet. It does; she slips the needle in bevel up, jabbing when it fails to\nyield. The vein is full and waiting; it does not collapse. Blood squirts out\ninto the back ends of little tubes she puts on one after another. Such a nice\nvein, she murmurs. Such a nice girl, I mumble. Some of me gets up-ended, the\nrest shaken, all placed in a row of multicolored tops. There is tape\neverywhere; on my arm, holding up notes on the desk, around instructions in the\nbathroom saying how to urinate properly into stainless steel cans. I have\nbecome a part of this laboratory. I am their storefront. The real business goes\non in a larger room behind me, where glass and tubes and machines with lights\nare, and sinks with faucets arching like necks of horses nibbling grain. She\ngrazes my arm with a tube; I am surprised how warm it is. You\u2019d think you could\nfeel your own blood running inside you. You forget how warm you are inside when\nyou try to act warm or pretend to be cold to save yourself. She holds the tubes\nin a rack on her way to give them to someone who will see if they all have the\nsame name. As I roll down my shirtsleeve, the bandage tightens in front of my\nelbow. I put my jacket on and become a visitor, here where you bleed to a plan.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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