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