drunk at the spigot

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of indulgence and memory
the courtyard is swarming with the
swallow stream of infancy
mothers rocking prams idly with their feet
everyone looks terribly well-fed
it’s different when they’re you’re own
so they say
though I seem to recollect
the tasteless glances of ambivalence
glazing my mother’s eyes

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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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