Deer in the Headlights

How all’s extinguished now!
Quenched to ashes!—
Not!—So many fetching
non-presences,
with whom I carry
on conversations!

Amazing how the sexual motive
makes the object lean
dexter, sinister!
In truth, I refuse to look,
shed light on any
displacement of air.

Penelope

at her loom
a shape changer!
Canine before my eyes!
Pursuing me changed
through the hair-sprung woods.