looking back

They’ll say it wasn’t that romantic
to decide to fuck that second time

Rock Scissors Paper Scissors Rock 

But I felt the weight the cut the slate
Of you your true your almost you

Rock Paper Paper Scissors Rock

And there’s some romance in leaving chance
In weight in wait in nearly miss

Paper Paper Rock Rock Rock

I lay your leg, so soft, on mine
I lay your heart I lay down time and time and time again

Scissor Scissor Paper Scissor Rock 

It isn’t choice, just lovely voice
to getting what you really want or wanted then and want again

Rock Scissors Paper Scissors Rock 

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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