Guillaume Jannes

I fear I am becoming a God

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  • 💙 Kask School of Arts
  • đŸ–€ Guillaume Jannes
  • 💜 Guillaume Jannes
  • 💛 Isaac Ponseele

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Graduation
Dear reader, Someone called me a translation of crushed water. As if I had never become more than a puddle of two liters of amniotic fluid between my mother's legs. As if I were mopped up and wrung out in the porcelain bowl where, seventeen years later, I would count the cracks in my toenails with a bottle of liquor and a broken heart. As if the purple-blue-yellow body that let out their first cry that same night wasn't really mine. It's beautiful how your skin touches my fingertips, how my basalt rocks nestle in the whites of your eyes, how my blood tastes like a glass of fresh ginger tea, how my pine trees kiss your clouds. Are you made of stardust? Bones that sparkle in the moonlight? Are you a piece of leather eroded by time? Do your hips sway to the sound of bursting waves? I fear I am becoming a God. Don't stumble over my shameless words. I am also just an attempt of my mother, the outcome of a birthday gift. I am the palm trees that flank your nostrils. I am the gravel under your nails. I am the stars in your eyes. I am a disgusting and vile creature of love. Groetjes, Je kapoen Guillaume
Guillaume Jannes

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