Everything is black and white here.
They shine bright lights on us and shout
“Passports? ID? What is your country?”
We moan and
claw at our eyes with fingers
cracked and crooked.
Sometimes the light is swung about and
I think I see a form, stout — squat — three arms?
This is Florence. They
speak English here too.
primo! Nothing less than primo, a fire has started…break out the wine…