what places are there to go?

caged completely
here within the place

of no particular meaning
a computer a water cooler

a meeting room a ringing telephone
the heart the lungs the liver

all distended with sorrow
grief eating me animal

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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