{"id":137312,"date":"2023-09-02T21:18:26","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T01:18:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=137312"},"modified":"2023-09-02T21:18:26","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T01:18:26","slug":"modern-day-vampire-hour-thirteen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/modern-day-vampire-hour-thirteen\/","title":{"rendered":"Modern Day Vampire-Hour Thirteen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I can spot a good vein across the room.\u00a0Pulsing, thick, blue lines in a curved elbow,<\/p>\n<p>a graceful hand fluttering with thin veins spiderwebbing over dainty\u00a0wrists,<\/p>\n<p>slender arms my finger ghosts over, seeking, searching, feeling the firmness,<\/p>\n<p>the dense flow that ebbs just beneath, the knotty scarring of many donations.<\/p>\n<p>I fight the urge to cross strangers, to skim my fingers over cords of tendons,<\/p>\n<p>the soft, fluttery hum of arteries, the pliant nerves ghostly presence<\/p>\n<p>and the shallow basin of a vein, clarified\u00a0with a pressure cuff. Not seen but felt,<\/p>\n<p>my finger presses, and with a deft hand\u00a0I strike, drawing blood. They pay me, you see,<\/p>\n<p>professional vampire in a modern world, bloody gift sent to dreamless lab technicians,<\/p>\n<p>nourishment to feed the hungry community their gift-giving life.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-137446\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/728036b6a3864dabfc1156c7ddfc6f1c-300x210.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"210\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/728036b6a3864dabfc1156c7ddfc6f1c-300x210.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/728036b6a3864dabfc1156c7ddfc6f1c.jpg 420w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I can spot a good vein across the room.\u00a0Pulsing, thick, blue lines in a curved elbow, a graceful hand fluttering with thin veins spiderwebbing over dainty\u00a0wrists, slender arms my finger ghosts over, seeking, searching, feeling the firmness, the dense flow that ebbs just beneath, the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":214,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-137312","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137312","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/214"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=137312"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137312\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":137449,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137312\/revisions\/137449"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=137312"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=137312"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=137312"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}