wolf (erasure)

The distance is illusory, certain, quiet.
It takes you secret, selfish, connecting.
Foolish nothing:  fools laugh of sugar and knowing.
Curel naivete, unfair knowing.
Embedded and phantom, balloon.
My younger self is illusory.
Look, dear, it is impossible to see.
Clumsily.
We sip cool water to do something.
To say nothing.
This latent heat in a gesture.
We are, presently, exhausted.

Virginia Woolf talks about love

http://ahorsenamedfroufrou.blogspot.com/2010/07/virginia-woolf-talks-about-love.html

throat [erasure]

I open, I want

to issue from my mouth

like a scent

memory to a nostril

I think, I build

silent mountains from air;

[draw] water from oceans

of [cellophane]

[facsimile]

I coat my throat

with honey, aching

with gravel and hurt

babbling [clay] proxy

homonculous:

[which language do you speak?

[do you speak to me]

rest, rest

[I shed, I cloud

[over gray overcast

[fishing for affection,

[frothing and aware]