We make a masked ball of sour days

Though I forgot to slice open my eyes,
moving from feeling and music alone,

I blindly knew that the room was full of lovers.
They tilted their hips to each other, solicitous ears touching shoulders, pink

mouths already open and
every orifice an echo.

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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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