Needles in all the wrong places

she was not fearful of poking holes in her flesh.
multiple earrings, eye brow piercings,  she was blonde
and beautiful, I wondered where else she was adorned
with gold or silver.
she was carrying a tray of syringes and a bottles,
I admit my prejudice - she did not look like a
phlebotomist, where were the sturdy black shoes
and glasses, why did she have to look so sexy,
after all, you're not supposed to look sexy when
your job is to plunge needles into someone's arm.
I was afraid, very afraid and I offered my arm
reluctantly, reassuring myself that 90% of the time
everything went fine.
It didn't.
Two stabs, some rooting about and an announcement
that my veins don't give blood.
Maybe I don't like to be stabbed with needles,
but usually I do just fine.
She should get into sales,
a suitable career choice for a
beautiful blonde.