Always the baby

Never the wife.
That body love
must be expressible
not evaporated by
the dehydrator phrase,
“this is such and such who I love”
All sincerity and well of feeling
turned to the desert
where we all wish the beloved
bold enough to talk of it
would turn toe, incinerate and dustfly.

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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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