Every Breath by Helen Pletts and Yongbo Ma Image: Jakub Skafiriak Every breath I take is like a spark of a cat bonfire my pursed lips, dipped in yellow and white mist, have kissed openings Perhaps the mists, which are condensing into some indescribable forms, rise from the depths beyond our reach created by sunlight, through which my tongue might pursue air and fragments of disorientated light, if…