A-Positive

The form was cold, the pen was cheap,

a tiny secret I must keep

about the liquid in my veins,

the common mark that still remains.

A-Positive. So plain, so flat.

A label on a factory cat.

No poetry, no special grace,

just coded truth about this place.

The dentist's office, sterile white,

where numbers tell you if you're right

or wrong, or fit, or prone to flaw.

My body, by some basic law.

It felt so small, that little sign,

yet so completely, fiercely mine.

A fact so true, you can't undo,

this basic color, red and blue.