Tailless Cat Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

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.