B+

Cardiac tourniquet.
I can’t stop the bleeding.
Pressure works for a while, but it doesn’t last.
Maybe it’s the blood loss, but I don’t remember how long it’s been.
Won’t clot, just hemorrhage.
it gets old,
spilling my arterial rivers.
the serum of living turns to rust.

Gotta do something, not just
wait ‘til platelets arrive;
liquid flesh of my flesh.
I catch what I can -- pint after pint.
Hasn’t run out, and for that I give thanks.

I ain’t no perfect donor,
though I can be oh so negative.
maybe not a match,
but a transfusion might be
just what you need to get through
your “too busy” emergency.