the applicant

Lay out your palm
and I will cuff

your hand to mine
with gold and charm

and promise.

Counting down the days, I won’t pretend that it’s not with nerves or fear, but perhaps the very best kind. The kind poor Alice must have felt.

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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