reclaim the night

we are more than just Adam’s rib
we are his heart, splashing inside his chest

we are the sin
and the forgiveness

the pleasure
and then the business

we are his weak spot
and his fury

then ugly judge
forgiving jury

the crashing drum
the sounding horn

we are the saints
who download porn

we loathe to give
we love to take

we can destroy
and then create

we are the chapter
then the verse

we are no better
but then no worse

we are Madonna
sometimes a whore

we are our sex
but so much more

See you there, Brisbane Square.

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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