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. 6
It’s not like before. She knows it’s not
at night, the air silent and tomb cool.
Each Friday, they walk hand in dry palm hand,
lethargically to synagogue through streets unoccupied
houses all set far apart.
She never hears the neighbours now
he has a good job – children will come – just like they dreamed.
Still, sometimes she sees the armoured van outside the bank
the unbalance of the holstered hip of the guard out the front.
Weighted by steel and leather
she misses home.
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