I want to write about savage beasts in jungles of the psyche, the heart, the everyday.
I want to write about red ambitions and sloppy ways of getting one’s desires fulfilled and the turmoil of perpetual wanting.
I want to write about hunger. Hungry souls. Hungry eyes, pockets, bellies, sexing.
I want to surrender to the feelings and shapes of words and not stop until I am clearly heard by myself and my God.