Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
this song was playing
at just the time when I was wondering
if you were ever going to call again
which I was pretty sure
you weren’t ever going to do
that certitude
threatened to leaden me
every forgotten breath of you
melting down in memory –
we met in the foundry of our hearts
and every precious metal
lurking in our bones was liquefied once
but we have cooled now
cooled in silent protest against
against whatever it was
that went so wrong
whoever it was who let whom down
probably me
but maybe it was you
as if it matters now, but
this song was playing
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