10.26.2019

— 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 rise​s​ 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”.

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