Black Oval Shapes

by Tomaž Šalamun

I’m bareheeled and also not bareheeled,
I see the whiteness of the church wall.
Ignore the gentleman with the hat, the gentleman with
the hat turns into death.
The gentleman also gargles.
He grinds his eyes
and arranges them. The apricots remain
in his palms. Would we try to order
something? If gasoline is spilled only on
the windbreaker, does only the windbreaker burn?