climacteric

This is an erasure poem of a page from Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own & Three Guineas. The title is climacteric. The text reads: a woman sleeps fluttering red sorrow like bees creased into shapes of sound.

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Jeri Theriault’s collections include Radost, My Red, and the award-winning In The Museum of Surrender. Her poems and reviews have appeared in journals such as: The American Journal of Poetry, The Rumpus, The Texas Review, and The Collagist. A 2019 Maine Literary Award winner, Jeri lives in South Portland, Maine. See www.jeritheriault.com.