leave the window shades uncovered


let any light, the stars or street
pity me and leak right in
uncover me to cool, grey air
the liquid slip of springtime chill
leftover thoughts of what remains
the bruise of life, the drawn out scars
will blanket me sufficiently

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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