—For Feiga Maler, 1919-1942, who died in the Kraków Ghetto When she was fenced off even from herself, she had that strangled feeling as if the alphabet forgot her lips. How did she mend thoughts that snapped like strained violin strings? Sometimes, her mind was a turnip she buried in the ground. Licked by wind, … Continue reading [When she was fenced off even from herself] by Yerra Sugarman