We work to wait, are filled with nothing coming. We sea the breeze before we sail it awkward into some wet future. We are snake and shudder, ply, a practice, a certain order. We are fixed, are from some fixture. We are unfrom. See? Please, do not ask about us. Do not wick that fickle gesture. Do we need to bend this talent backwards? Do we need to open further than feels natural? Try this: place one hand above us and one hand below, and see which feels something first.

Shya Scanlon reads from his work on Thursday April 5, 7pm at Rust Belt Books (202 Allen Street), with Steven Huff opening. Part of Just Buffalo’s Communique series. Free.