Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
wash up and wash away
It isn’t laziness that
Keeps me in my bed
The sheets corrupted by the
Night before
Lying wait – a tiger to the day –
Predator and spectator both
To all the tasty delights
That pass me by.
I thump my tail quite menacingly.
Nervously, the creatures stir,
Their every flesh arousing to me
My thick and fibrous tongue
That roils in my mouth
Battering the vicious enamel of my teeth.
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