it started with the same small dreams I always have this week another month maybe a year I was so disappointed mouth bitter with the loss of you and so the squattable territory of loss leaving domesticity abandoning us was just a holding pattern, temporary as the tide pulls washes scurfs my faux Buddhist tranquility… Continue reading I didn’t imagine it like this
Author: 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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