the folded body of you, gecko,
caught in the window sill unexpectedly

and then forgotten by me
until the bright yellow morning

when I woke to the platoons of ants
marching across the kitchen bench on attack

disintegrating you, the jelly pale fragment of you
gone now, your rubber skin and bones

picked clean
as we all will be

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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