Imagine two women who are and are not Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West in conversation. But not really. Imagine Sappho as their marionette-maker, all the strings moving wildly in her hands. Imagine a book of fragments written from all the places where love rejects you and holds you and rejects you again. This is a book of all the things that are not. When we most want to drown out the sound of what love is. At once buoyed and bereft by the sound of love being undone by language and redone by language through these amorous voices, sit here in the middle of the conversation or meditation-or absence of both. Carry what you can. Discard everything. This book asks,
Are you holding a book or your heart
?