therapeutic restraint

you and the state
seem to be lying on me
hoping I will attach
with coercive, despicable love
to your heft your weight your ten ton gun
prone to squash, then subdue
the uncountable bodies
and their fractured souls

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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