Sincerely, Blue Blood
- Sincerely, Blue Blood
It is a myth. Never mind how it looks by observing the underside of your wrist. Your blood, deoxygenated, is not my shade.
To find my kind of vital fluid, go to the ocean and into the bodies of certain creatures. Go to oysters, to octopi. Take a crab, hack it
open, and you will see me marbling the cutting board. Forget how it appears here on the tender meat below your thumb: I do not travel
your veins. There is no indigo going to and from your heart. Even at your bluest, when you look too long at your wrist. I have nothing to do with it. [End Page 125]
David Hernandez is a recipient of a 2011 NEA Literature Fellowship in Poetry. His third collection of poetry, Hoodwinked, won the 2010 Kathryn A. Morton Prize and was published by Sarabande Books. For more information, visit his website at www.DavidAHernandez.com.
