She gets in the car to drive.

You find where

You aren’t vulnerable

You must do this now

The window I leave myself through.

I have to stay out after door’s locked

In order to find him tonight so I

Must memorize her window.

Yes I know he’s dead

I know it in this dimension

We’ll get in a car and drive north, or south

South if someone just died

North if I must be submissive

These are memories but not of what happened.

Extract of The Window to Fly Through by Alice Notley.