full stop

I do not mind if it is only for today, or if it is only for now.

But now, at the end of the list, I find the sweetest punctuation to the day. I breathe out, I am early, I didn’t fuck this up, the fridge is full of food, I’ve found the sheets for the bed. I know what tomorrow brings, I think that I can handle it and even if I can’t, I can fall down, fall down again, down, down to where words are only one syllable and hearts beat regularly. Fuck the sweet, introspective shit.

I’m having a glass of wine, a cigarette and eventually bed.

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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