Cuchillo

          cuchillo

                       sky

                            is blood filling up my belly

          cuchillo

                       moon

                                is a white horse thundering down

                                over the edge

                                of a raw red cliff

          cuchillo

                       heart

                                is the one who leaves me

                                at midnight

                                for another lover

          cuchillo

                       dog

                             is the noise of chains and collar

                             straining at the neck to bite

                             the smell of my ankles

          cuchillo

                       silver

                          is the shell of black sky

                          spinning around inside

                          my darker eyes

          cuchillo

                       dreams

                           are the living bones that want out

                           of this voice dangling

                           that calls itself

                                                   knife

                                                   (cuchillo).