Sister, leave this house. Go into the market and say

    What is your name. Speak with the texts

That uncover you, enthrall you. Do-gooder you and

    Gutter you. The you that cuts the shank

Deeply. In your glove you'll keep a single coin.

    In case there's gold toothes underneath

Those dark mustaches. But no, not those gloves.

    They are made of bladders. You'll need

Rainproof, something ribbed for that. You'll

    Need stuffing your hatbox, a semi-transparent

Apron sway. Your mother's lacy caul

    So you can still call out the deep waters.

A plastic sheet to catch the drippings.