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María José Giménez is a Venezuelan-Canadian poet, translator, and editor working in English, Spanish, and French.
minus-squaretesting@fedia.ioOPMlinkfedilinkarrow-up1·3 days agofrom 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
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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