if only I could sleep


through the sound of screaming
oblivious to the mosquito humming
in a land of malaria
love in a time of cholera
the slap of defibrillator paddles
sticky against my chest.

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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