wash up and wash away

tiger sky

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.

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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