The Bleeder So I see her standing downtown-- SoHo, if my thoughts are clear. And I ask the wall why she is choking on my arm--a tourniquet. She speaks-- I listen, I reply To hang my words here? Under the dusty lamps behind forgotten doors? Before this introspective pillar? It too has seen beating hearts in pickle jars, chromatic serpents bleeding the sky, or was it death by water--the metaphor of life? Because she may crave for the passion of vandals, but alas, behold my veins collapsed. And she whispers What can I inject, or perhaps withdraw, to make this blood complete?
Don Tran's Questions:
Question 1 How do all the question marks fit into the flow of the
poem? Does it give a sense of conversation between two people (or
Question 2 Who/what is "it" in stanza 6? What has it "seen?"
Question 3 Whose blood does "she" wish to "make complete" in the last stanza? Is the "completion" what the narrative voice desires?
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