comorbity

the Prime Minister and the petty thief
both feed the media machine
blogs and tweets and tweets and blogs
the new beat boxing – we beat
our chests and sometimes each other
avoiding any kind of “mirror! look!”
so much reassurance in the wrongs of not I
perfection always multiplied
by the catastrophic weaknesses of others
our glee, our venomous relief,
spreading like a mould or a disease.

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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