Ode to My Beautiful Veins 

Issue #162
Winter 2024-25
It’s what the phlebotomists always say, gushing  when I slide up my sleeve, straighten my arm  to boast bulging channels evergreen  like spruce, leafy green like a spring mix,  they bubble with delight palpating  each protuberance, each tubular translucence  swimming...

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