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).