Qorners

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[garde]

[qorners]

I want you cracked Code unspooled I, the cryptograph You, the egg Contents spilled excranium onto my living room floor A deluge of sticky truths for me to muck through For me to drown in I want you cracked like quiet night by wet lightning Like shallow pond by dynamite Blast fishing for secrets divulged Wholes and parts strewn about for me to collect Piece together and bolt down to a dinner table A feast for me to pick at For me to choke on Maybe then, Swollen and pickled, Puffy and breathless, I’ll feel the passions you claim for me. It seems more fair than me mooning after you, Tongue adroop, Subsisting off the hot air you blow up my skirt And the trail of crumbs that trickles from you, By accident or obligation. I am tired of chasing your wake of tacit affection More taunting than tender You give me morsels I want mouthfuls. Aprés toi, pas beaucoup. Candidly, you are not enough.

[a-perfect-imperfectness]

[qorners]

Disgruntled

[escroto]

[qorners]

value the jiggle

[qorners]

Again I find myself static Panicking with baited breath A butter sculpture in your sun soaked garden (I had thought myself ice by now) Goldilocks, melting Smothering emerald grass beds with dripping gobs of yellow flesh Planted firmly, impatiently waiting for you to tend to me To redefine my features To Smooth my expanses To Round my curves The garden is familiar Its perfume triggers my gag reflex Its thorns prick me with intent Until everything is Pollocked blood brown The fence is caked; the shrubs, drowned How did I end up here again? Did I ever leave? Did I ever want to? Gardener, give me your skin And I will hide in it from the harsh sunbeams Give me your hands And I will gather my own wads of fat off the floor and clump it all back together Give me your feet And I'll jump the fence and run as far as they will take me I will run until I forget that I am nothing out here in the world Until I deceive myself into believing I am anything more than a butter sculpture Deliquescing, gracelessly, on astroturf

[fastestslothalive]

[qorners]

What goes in doesn't come out

[cuixiaoxiao]

[qorners]

I only came here to dance

[candyforniastudio]

[qorners]

Pretty in pink

[candyforniastudio]

[qorners]

Come for me. Try it

[adapto]

Anthony Suau (1988)

A mother clings to a riot policeman’s shield at a polling station. Her son was one of thousands of demonstrators who were arrested because they tried to prove that the presidential election on December 15, won by the government candidate, had been rigged. (South Korea)

[qorners]

Perfer et obdura, dolor hic tibi proderit olim

[bunlly]

[qorners]

I woke up like this

[d--r--a]

[qorners]

I'm close. I'm real close.

[crdit]

[qorners]

Masc chill 4 same

[sad-plath]

[qorners]

Spirit animal

[freddiemade]

[qorners]

Narcissus in LA

[youtreau]

James Gallagher

[qorners]

where do we go next? let me know

[ineedtogif]

[hildeeveraert]

George Méliès (1861-1938 French) •

[qorners]

Prancing into the club like

[youtreau]

Marloes Haarmans

[qorners]

Thick thighs, thin patience