Gilda, my black breath drew you open      my black breath raised my arms
until I was ripping through my own skin      until I was meat in the house
and gun play
 
while pigeon marched, chewing bread
 
Gilda, red throat
 
Gilda, the saints have long necks
and I sow my black hair to their heads
 
I wash with soap
I floss my teeth
I hop in a sack
my legs tied
 
and the sack that holds me
bears my need
 
 
Gilda opened her mouth
 
Gilda, how red the pouch of morning
the actual morning, I mean, mercy,
the color of the grass is green
 
 
But Gilda fled with antlers on      a pale boat floating through trees
Gilda, with a ceramic doll in her short arms      opened her mouth
like a canoe
 
O! porcelain wife, incessant as the mouth of a carriage
God is calling out through the teeth of wolves
then calling out through the sparrows
 
 
The earth is already here
Put your warm hand on the ground