there’s a pattern to the rain


and if I work out what it is
I won’t be telling you

you don’t deserve to know  before
to have time to stockpile tins

or to decide between guns
or stabbing them with your steely knives

but if the time is right
we can shelter together

in our luxury fallouts:
it’s a perfectly civil defense.

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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