Okay BNE

Now I really love you.

Because this is my bike.


Three and a half hours after I failed to lock her up – I never fail to lock my bike up. Three and a half hours of looking at the water, using the free wifi, enjoying my one drink and blissfully unaware that my lifeblood was unlocked outside the Powerhouse.

And she’s still there.

Honest folk of BNE – I have a heart on for you.

Though, for a veeeery brief and disloyal moment I went now I have a “reason” to buy that casserole/charge/crosscheck.

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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