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.
harm less no. 5
She’d just grown up with it:
the smell of muscle and the clench of fist
some fucker yelling with whiskey on his breath
it was get a tattoo or shoot a goddamn gun.
They were too bloody young
but they were old enough to know
from the lip split rib cracked hand upside the head.
It was get a tattoo or shoot a goddamn gun.
Every year they got more hollowed out
beaten down left on the street.
If you wanted souvenirs in this family –
it was get a tattoo or shoot a goddamn gun.
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I love your poems but I sense some sadness in them. So my leaving this comment is an ardent wish that I am wrong in sensing you are sad.
But Paul, that’s okay, there’s plenty of sadness to go around…