you grew so big

Did you not know that I was
merely turning the other cheek?

Being both the hunted victim and
blood-lust transgressor
I had picked my own eyes
out for my own eyes
and I had
no cheek left
for your soft kiss

which is why
I did not see you grow
so big
while I was not looking.

Categorized as musing

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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