I woke up in the dark. I’d forgotten what happened.
I was captive. I’d been on the train--every day on the
train--back and forth. I could trace the route with my finger. The
bends, the bridges, the tunnels, the nauseating closeness to the other cell
mates.
Hermetically sealed uniforms filling the factory conduits: pink-red
to packing, light blue to redistribution, cream to assembly, and us whites to the
labs.
Little white light bulbs with disposable plastic gloves and
carcinogenic chemicals.
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