blind of faces, could not know me without touch. But mother wore the harder duty: sky-blind, light-over-the-sea-blind, nights-into-mornings blind. She’d come upon me in the witching black—why do you sleep, why do you sleep—urge me out to catch the rabbits, to pin the storms to the clotheslines, the floods to my mouth. To dig up the matriarchal bones. But I: though frantic, though bold: found only the skulls of elephants. Darling, whoever told you we were human? Take care to take the common name, to keep the center eye silent and sessile; to keep it careful, yes, and cursed.