To remember you

Like mending a cheap, torn dress

Hoping to get more wear out of

Your love 

Now dated, threadbare 

Neither flattering nor protecting

I am bursting and muscular, this love dress

No longer fits or suits 

Later tonight, I will tear it to rags 

And clean the oven

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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