from the article:
unheimlich II
heap of words shell of silk and grit
page located between night and wildfire
small catastrophe of corners door knobs, broken windows
blood and feathers
hunger
I see so many straight lines angles walls fences rectangular windows
rooms inside with more square angles corners made of vectors leading nowhere
but the thing is I am hungry
I am hungry for sinuous round sinewed lines of muscle and feather
I am hungry for voluptuous creamy mounds of earth sand and flesh
I am hungry for unruly expanses of unbound sound spilling over ponds singing clouds
I am hungry for layered tufts of silk and pistils quivering quills and lines of rain that don’t stop moving when they reach my skin
I am hungry and I am unstoppable
I am hungry and my hunger is boundless and irreverent
I am hungry and I am done with your merciless greed your colorblind rules and walls
I am hungry and I am multitudes of possibility and infinite breath and light
I am hungry do not stand in my way