The first man I ever wanted to be…

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had jailhouse blues and blue suede shoes
and I was too young to know

he probably stole them from black people
to besotted by backcomb and back-beat to care

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I did not know it would be so hard to be a man, and to learn how so very quickly, and to always come up so short.

Shave and a Haircut, get your tickets now, so we know how many chairs to buy.

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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