Original source material
You knew where I was.
Was there a time when you couldn’t find me?
but I was there, you just forgot.
Now you never look.
I went back before I came home.
I was desperate to set foot again in the same places.
Hoping to break the drought, I found only myself,
dragging my heart behind me…..
(the square of red architecture
looking at me in reprimand, like the cyprus trees that time)
—-getting dust and gravel and grit into it.
Split open like a blood orange,
juice drips unti it’s dry
Blood oranges everwhere now.
Floating in gaudy cocktails, cut open on market stalls mocking-red…
(they join the red buildings, the cyprus trees)
—-red and bitter inside.
When I walk into the afternoon I share the streets with the rotting fruit.
Just me and the blood oranges.