A knife sharp enough


It’s not hard liquor at the bar. Nor a perfectly rolled cigarette and the recognition that death – be it swift or be it slow – is not matter to us. It’s not a flight to a deserted island, nor the first brick to build your castle.

Just something small that says I’d listen.

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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