When does blood matter?
Is there a difference between my blood and yours?
Yes! they say.
Yet I can’t fathom why and when this became more important
than all the other things that bind us together.
Modern day science teaches that there are blood groups and genotypes,
but when two souls meet and entwine should blood be the first conversation?
His first conversation to her was, “please can I know your name?”
Knowing her name means having something to call her by:
knowing her blood means categorizing her as possible friend or out of my list.
When did saying “Hello” become so complex
as to need syringes to confirm her response to the question of blood?