I barely look at you, only slices of you are visible through my lashes. In the dull circle of the beside table light, the orange glow that tints you seedy and pornographic, I make out the glitter of your open eyes, blue, grey, green, brown now they’ve been looking into mine so long. I look… Continue reading Channel Orange
Author: Eleanor Jackson
Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.
