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
by Claire Hero
published in Sous Rature
Robin Reagler 