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Stella.

year. 1944

city. Kraków

Loose Paper found in a drawer belonging to Stella X, age 24

Dirty Boss

Coal dust never comes off

It seeps into your skin and your lungs

It embeds itself into the fibers of your shirt

Nesting until its home belongs to you.

 

I like being dirty

A statement seldom heard from women

I make room for the coal

A safe place for it to burrow.

 

Everyone else scrubs themself raw 

Like they’re covered in bugs

Itching to get them off.

 

But when I’m dirty 

They can’t see me.

My left hand is trivial

No rings allowed in the mines

 

Instead I am their boss

A cunning threat to their manhood

The shock and disgust in their eyes

Never fails to amuse me.

 

I thank the coal

It keeps me dirty

A muted glaze of disguise

That hides my femininity 

 

I am one in a sea of uniforms

Now I am taken seriously.

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year. 1971

city. Warsaw

Unfinished letter from Stella X, age 51

Pen Pals

Once a month, I taste the bitter film

Of the envelope I seal  

Before it's shipped across the world 

To a faceless city.

 

I write stories of the mines and of frustrated men

Of bottles of vodka with bison grass

Hidden in our bed frames and marked with an X.

 

When the Soviets left

I was promptly sent home

Where my unwed status

Marred my left hand like a gaping flesh wound.

 

My friends seem peculiar

They have little to say

Those who move to America

Are not expected to complain.

 

So I backed down and married

A man I hardly know

Breadwinning was no longer a woman’s burden

A dream I slowly let go.

 

I keep my letters in a box

Gifted to me in my past

A reminder of independence

And the women I lost.

 

We grant ourselves nostalgia

We reminisce the bitter mines

Through letters we slowly realize

We were free.

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