— wool woman
in the mornings wool woman reply to the sun; “sun”, she says as it comes in to being on the horizon
at noon wool woman is wearing a big brimmed hat, gaze at the rim where sun came up and replies to noon; “heat”, she says as it conquer her and slay her onto the landscape
towards evenings wool woman rises her self up, leave another outline of her burned shape and stretch her limbs as animal after siesta; “resurrection”, she replies
at night the thick dark is ointment for repeat
wool woman sleep in her amniotic sac; sand and clay and stone silent recite; “woman”.