love is a highway

closeness just like hitchhiking
the opposable thumb, our ticket
out of the swamp, out of here
that which distinguishes
us from the lower animals
alludes to our unique qualities
better than a peacock fan
soon the adventure to start
soon our real life to begin
avoiding the scab of the thought that
anyone who could pick you up
could chop you up

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Categorized as musing

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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