the bath is full of blood and water, bloody water, watery blood

always the same problem
when you try to clean yourself
and you are made of broken glass

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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