This is called "Flamenco."
"Consider our mad loves--
J's for B that he only knew after she ripped out the hook.
Smell rain and whose name do you say?
G and R seem OK, but A's ripping the cover
off T's book, the cashier then asking
if he'd like a damage discount and who doesn't
deserve a damage discount?
The heart itself apparently can be eaten,
singed on a bed of baby greens.
Half step, half step, clap, throw the live--
the hive upon the lap.
A silver head floats in the corn.
At least M has his daughter.
A silver head floats at the portal.
Like a dried gourd, the rattle K makes.
The dream bread falls through the dream hands.
Two seconds it took you to do what you did to me.
Here's a breast, an eye.
Here's a necessity.
Flinchclatter dovespun sundrove heartsprung and sometimes
the wreckage assumes recognizable shapes.
Sure it does.
Touch this.
Maybe your father was right to hate me.
I was running as fast as I could.
Maybe faster.
Forever and forever and forever."