Translation: Sarah J. Turtle &
Iņaki Mendiguren
Bleeding 2
I've stained my fingertips with blood
and doubtfully raised them to my mouth.
This blood that shuns my body
has no bitter taste.
My nipples ache
as if asking for lips.
I don't want yours,
I don't want anyone's
I keep them for me.
My inside beats inside demanding answers,
And I've rested a hand on my breast.
You've asked me why I sometimes understand
a lioness better than I understand you.
Now you know why, when my breasts are beating,
I won't let you touch them,
and why I keep them for me.
© Leire Bilbao
© of the translation: Sarah J. Turtle & Iņaki Mendiguren