Tailless cat
Virginia is the woman I hate
But I love her too
She broke all the rules
All, even the social,
She, herself broken
Like the light when passing a surface
Thick to thin, or reverse
She spoke for the girls
In College; Cambridge where
She was not allowed
There
Also, line broke
By a cat, tailless one
I love her
She is bird
On branch
In the wind
In flight and sitting
With firmness, steady.
My Woolf was Virginia
Crazy; so am I.
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