Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds. (39)
This is creepy, huh? The red tulips are somehow having a little chat with her wound. But what wound is she talking about here: the incision from surgery, or some kind of deeper, emotional wound?
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color, (41)
The tulips are starting to totally freak her out. And you know what? They kind of freak us out, too. In shocking moments like this, the poem does a pretty good job of forcing us to share the speaker's pain and fear.