I am the pearl of insulin upon the sliver of steel,
Clear and pungent.
I can take you back to the days when you roamed in the grass
Like a freshly emerged butterfly
Until your body refused to obey and you had to come indoors
To blood tests, syringes and Pampers.
But now, close your eyes. Touch me.
Imagine the sliver of steel away. And so, like a sweetshop filled with
Bright blue gobstoppers and electric laces,
Your future awaits.