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Unbelonging

Unbelonging

written by: Danae Spyrou

 

I never believed in anything.
I always belonged to the denial of the shapes
that molds this endless bloodstream
elongating this sickness
and the illusion of meaning.
Like a baby bird falling from its nest.

How everything infected everything
and how abstraction was the only escape.
The coping mechanism that knifes maps on my ribs.
It has never been my body,
but it belonged to me.

I’m thinking about love
how people breastfeed on it;
its anticlockwise callings, the immensity of its parallel galaxies,
its carnivorous mumbling,
the zenith. The tedious exhaustibility of the Other.

I touch my roots and I sing the melody of the mountains.
A song that turns the rivers black.
The oscillating rhythm of a voice too old to die.
It wasn’t my voice,
but it belonged to me.

That night I decided to draw a circle around me.
I have nothing to call my own. I am raw and naked.
A new-born showing its teeth to people. They leer and leave.
This war seems endless
like uncharted waters. Like the eye of a tornado.

Danae Spyrou

Danae Spyrou

Danae Spyrou comes from Athens, and although she has lived in five countries, she fell in love with Portugal the first time she visited Porto in 2015. Since May, Lisbon is her home, where she befriends neighborhood cats and enjoys ginja and the ocean. She is one of the founders of the anarchist zine Anomie, where she writes pieces on feminism and women’s rights, and founder and curator of Litehouse, a literature project aiming to promote poetry and literature from second-language English speakers. In Lisbon’s rich literary and cultural history, she found fertile ground to further expand her projects, by running a poetry workshop.
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