Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
Delivery of self
of this and other things like this
stop drinking smoking drinking
I called him, for it was Father’s Day
not for comfort or confrontation
wholly for the wear of the fragments
deadpan, we talked of the way
that I was contemplating suicide
would I be able to cope with
this and other things such as these?
talk to the lady
nothing unruly. gingerly,
as we had once in a blue talked before
as people must do, even on days
when we are mandated to call
teeth marks in leather
oblivious to the water press above.
he did not dispense I love you’s
only the thought that I should know
of all people (as I had the other times)
go to the lady
eventually the mind will kick back in
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