no wonder

we are so miserable and violent to each other
we hate our own rib

dispirited by the mere sight of it
two ugly mouths merely

recalling of the horror of birth
prophesying a careless mortality

there is a blood clot in the bowl
black as menace and viscous as love

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Categorized as musing

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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