he looked at me and said,
"yer a phlebotomist's fantasy."
who did. and jabs and stills
a boister faster than liquor.
"I can't help it, when I go down
the street I check everyone out
not checking out checking out,
sayin to myseff oo I can get him right there!
and that, that one would be tuff."
having blown out my left arm
I seemed fantastical,
from the right.