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.
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.
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