Sicilian Blood Oranges (Marisa Frasca)

Every time I bled
you said
don’t wash
especially your head
it’s bad for you.
And another thing–
don’t touch
the plants–the plants wilt,
die, when you have
the things
your things

and tighten those legs,
lower those eyes
don’t stare.
Men can see,
smell, always hear
silent mating calls.

Every time I bled
I saw oranges
ripe, Sicilian blood oranges
hit the ground.
I kicked their teeth
until the blood
stopped flowing.

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