She says she can’t talk. She says she’s in a hurry. She says there’s a fire. She says put it out and slaps at her chest with open dirty palms. She says there’s something up inside her. She says they put it there and won’t take it out. She says don’t touch me and pulls her wagon down the bike path. She says the snow will will start melting tomorrow. She says the same truck has been circling around all day. She says she is broken in here and touches her fists to her forehead, then covers her ears. She says fix me, fix me, fix me.