Today's poem is by Cynthia Cruz
Tagebücher
For Eva Hesse
Decadent, glass cells
Like a hive.Or Eva Hesse, fevering
The electric divine.I'm going back
To where I came from.It no longer exists.
Lost like dust
Inside my little America.In the night
Thieves come byCarrying filth and disease
Inside their small gold boxes.
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