there is a woman in Darwin who is
knitting with her cunt!
actually that’s not totally correct,
in that her cunt
is not doing the knitting,
so to speak.
more accurately, there is a woman
in Darwin who is knitting near her cunt
though the vagina is pulling its weight
or pulling the thread or
she is pulling the thread and the vagina
is just giving a sister a hand
either way, I am aware of it
holding the skein of wolf in sheep’s
luckily the thread
of ever-increasing comments
has availed me of the fact
that this is disgusting, or at least
unhygienic, and potentially very dangerous,
which is good, because I am afraid of most things, including recreational motorcyclists
and people who like to travel by sea
I would like to avoid all danger
the police advised me recently
to not walk alone
because a young woman died and she was Asian
and I am a woman and Asian
though I cannot even knit, so I should probably stay home
it is important that the world
be safe for governments,
agri-business and pharmaceutical companies
media outlets that will allow us to outlet our media
and good people like me
please, no more cunts!
especially not ones with secret talents
afternoon while away hobbies
no chromatographic chronographers of themselves
no time peace maker to the birthplace of us all

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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