The Twenty-Fourth

I have started this six times.

In December I stood at the barrels on the Maidan and a woman wrapped in a flag made room for me on a bench. I have written to two people in Kyiv this morning and I do not expect an answer today. I am not going to arrange this into a paragraph that works.

There is no photograph of me with this one, only a square somebody painted in 1915 and meant.