And simple. Your lid is super shiny, you wear it like a crown. The morning is totally freezing, my nose is running and pink and I’m wearing horrible clear glasses which are only just stopping my eyes from weeping until I’m blind. You look like it’s spring. I’m too embarrassed to approach you. So I don’t. Sometimes I hate that I’m so snotty, weepy, pink and useless on the morning commute.
so regal
By Eleanor Jackson
Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.
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