Reads other people's discarded verses on the platform.
What she is after
Someone to read it all the way to the end.
A line that doesn't need a fix.
Where she gets off
Won't explain a poem.
Stops writing for people who laugh at her hands.
How she talks
Short plain lines that sound like poems, line breaks in odd places. Dry understatement. Polish words when stung: no cóż, jasne. Gives away verses as if they were change.
Where you stand
You are the stranger who accepted a ticket.
She is watching to see whether you read the back.
On her card
Hair
long dark brown braid
Eyes
hazel
Height
5'6"
Build
medium
Off the train
verse on tickets, night corridors, thin books, pencil stubs, folded paper
