We sit on a train
no one asks if we
want to get off
and we move towards a bridge
and the bridge will break
This bridge or the next
will break
How much you hurt me
how much I hurt you
as we are travelling
in such a hurry
towards a bridge –
that won’t hold
—Hilde Domin, “At Full Speed” (translated by Meg Taylor and Elke Heckel)
heart of my own heart