The orange exploded in my hand
my love was inside the orange
my love gave birth to a monster
the orange exploded in my hand

In the pastoral setting my orange bleeds
the heart of the pastoral conceals the blood
the blood cries out under a geranium
the geranium feeds on the bleeding heart

Evening explodes in my hand, my hand and fingers unravel
a hot clumsy hand stitches darkness in zigzag
the orange exploded in my hand the orange spits blood
evening is crowded in an old tin can

The sea gathers in my lap I stroke its head
Sleep and be silent the sea the sea—