Archive, Literature, Poetry

Naked Hours

Posted on by Désirée Jung
29
Nov

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Between us, the incompatibility.
Phrases, traces, anger.

Red thorns in a wrapped box.

The park belongs to another woman.
The trees recover oxygen.

To be free, my feet need
to walk ahead of me.


Poem published in The Steel Chisel.

Désirée Jung

My name is Désirée Jung and my intention here is to immerse into words. Writing my biography is a bit like witnessing the spectrum of my own gaze – an impossible task, due to its volatile and vulnerable contingency. For that reason, I let the poems speak for myself. I can add that I’m a Brazilian-Canadian artist, lover of beauty and everything (but not-all) that comes from a feminine space.