Sous Rature

Claire Hero

I AM MADE of many doors:
.........— water
falling through water

.........— white arrows
on painted lichen

.........—tracks in snow –
pine marten? squirrel?

little snow hands

(Can I say they are
“like” my hands?
    "   “my” hands
..........       .   "

. . . . . . .

: Skeins of wool
fall through my fingers
I knit a sheep house, I knit
a sheep house for my body

beautiful body

entered, entering

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OUTBREAKING from
fancy,
a white root:

it taps
the fruiting thing,

the feeding,
the cleaving thing—

When the invasion came,
I opened,
I gave it refuge.