[the once bare window]
She watches the moon melon and the rind of oaks. At this stage of the manufacturing process the edges of bodies are marked. Her legs the shutters for the once bare window, taking hinge in the frame. Light swallowed hard away behind them.
She feels the house, their foundation, arthritic, settling. Afraid, she wants for the others, desires them—wants them to run, but they just watch her struggle. This process is known as reading.
There is applause. You can see it in their eyes. The faucet forgets basin-ward. She has them like a dream. The shutters kick. As part of the stamping operation.
Reading intends. A measure, discouraging. The shaving or clipping of bodies was unsanctioned. She opens her mouth and creaks, buttons down her sweater, cradles the others awake.