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.
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
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