has no “breath of paper, ink of skin” blind and mute to their own body I trace them with my flesh-starved eyes hoping, only once, to see the breach the infraction of ungodly laws the crack where they have stuffed their soul the whale, still full, before the flensing.
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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