looking for happiness


runs a very real risk
of not being like
looking for your car keys —
no sense in wandering about
patting your pockets
backtracking to the place
you last had it

probably it’s more
like losing the car in the Ikea car park
ever increasing panic
defeated surreality
and the thick tongue fear
that you’re never going home

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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