Let us begin at slant lightwith cut felt flickers,unhooding cubic skulls, furtive and hungry.
underfoot and in our handsin our gags, pockets, fists,it likes to be close to uswhispers down the lines
We willed her wings to openher form take shape,conflate to airy spaces.A new crescent moon.
They remember every birth,find the vanishing point in shop windows,walk over hot coals, and praythey might, one day, burn.
—from The Cannots
holding fist-force, face down,giant stamp into hollow, our hollowshaped to our feet, our home. Us waiting