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.
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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adjusting the mask again
hiding my teeth
Love how this rushes to crescendo…