I will be performing at Fresh Poetry and Burlesque in the Library from 5.30pm to 6.30pm.


I saw an American when I was in the Philippines, a real American, but she was rude to me. She was a lady who was giving free tasting of food, and she gave it to all the other Americans – she saw me and my sisters, but she didn’t give us a taste.

I am so hungry
I want everything
with lucid ambiguity
my belly is so empty
every minute
every day and
gorging on the empty air
within my ribs
I glut and glut and glut
I want to eat with you
and sit at your fucking perfect table
you – Elvis
sat opposite, engorged
twirling my ridiculous baton
Vegas-spiked in ugly lights
I will sing and dance
I will be your busted whore
I will bloat within my every vein
I will eat and eat and eat
until I know
no nothing more
sweet goddamn faggot cowboys
and McCarthy cowards come
my every lovely sin
Republicunt anger
roiling in
we can pray each other
down to sleep
fuck each other hard
to keep
our angry timid smiles
in tight white teeth
every goddamn fool
serving up the slops
roar and roar and roar
screw it all down
to festering hell
play ball

I am so fucking hungry
I want everything
I know this is America
I have come to eat


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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