To a blood donorTo a blood donorLying on a cold stretcher I stare at the pestering blinding lights that from the aisle lead me to the operating theatre I breathe aseptic air fills my lungs, just as a pretty unemotional white overwhelms my eyes.Without realizing it, I automatically nod while hearing the doctors sharp reassurances spoken through the fragile paper mask covering his mouth Yes, I nod but Im not listening And as my senses fade away, as my consciousness shifts to a sweet and silky oblivion, as the neon lights become darker and blurrier I think of you.You you are just that healthy blood sac