how dare we

vicious enamel

evoke the sanctimonious
places of our deaths? fangs
bare to the integrity of our living &
honest in the intake of air
that jags in our throats
we might be uncovered in 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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