Mala!
Our Belgian beauty
With her boyfriend
Edek Galinski!
Escape
was unimaginable.
We all cheered.
The Germans fumed.
Blocksperre for hours
as the Germans searched.
Locked in our Blocks
the girls and I prayed
hoped
wished
for Mala’s success.
We huddled together.
Voices hushed but euphoric.
If anyone can escape,
Bronia said,
it is Mala.
Guta said.
And she speaks so many languages,
Giza said.
She is not a Muselmann, skin and bones,
Fania said,
hugging her own skinny frame.
She still has her hair.
I ran my hand over my shorn scalp.