the sorrows


which are so much
the commons
from which we take and take
our hunger ever unfulfilled
bellies emptied by works
the scratching of our
for which our purposeless hearts
like card houses

shirts lost to the dealer

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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