let us pray that this good thing lasts

nobody knows where you go when
you are sleeping,
but who needs to
we have all tossed and turned
only to encounter that strange limb
soft and warm
which wakes and
takes your dream from you
then brings it to you

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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