almost the weeknd

That place where the weak end. (hurry up, says blackboard)

I got my heart right here, I got my scars right here.

At 29m 40 sec, then again at 2 hr, 17 mins and 10 secs. Cos sometimes it can be a long time between drinks.

Remember, this Saturday. The Wickham, 2.00pm, sharp as a tongue cut on kisses then lime.

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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