Brigitte Oleschinski

1955 / Cologne

Being the wasp again, which every morning

tumbles through a strange room, whirring high
above the building site honeycombs, the lorry road beds fanned out

deep in the concrete, the items of underwear strewn over
the floor, bungee is what that was

on a silk thread, bun-

gee -

Translated by Catherine Hales
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