First Woman: II. Euphoric Recall Katja


What was a voice, a hiss
—the lines are indistinct—
what took my arm, said Miss.
Hard as the words I blinked
and agreed, you know the way
anything but alone—
anything I can say—
hard as the words were stone.

I never had any choice besides, because
the choice was the devil in the lines (or in the darkness).

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