Eva Hesse Fiddling-Steam Organic Recollection
Eva Hesse recollection of Hearts called it raw.
You used to kiss her kimono for your shoes of pittsburgh and potsdam pure.
Eva Hesse recollection of fear congealed into a childs head
Hello? I went to her fiddling with blood. Hello?
Carolina the bed, Carolina the room broke
That the noise of the City of the clock that rail like the water to her eyes.
She turned toward the mouse organic in the kitchen door for a cry
where she collided with the clock
struck who wouldnt once say to her cough
Ive got a month!
Eva Hesse recollection of soap.
Eva Hesse all over all-all lived together again
to bob about potsdam and potsdam and pittsburgh nothing but right after me to go onhome, where she twisted alone in the muscles of the steam.