I stood in a giant pile of purple vomit, which promptly flicked itself all up my left ankle and, even more strangely, no less than five minutes later, I managed to have a bird crap on my right ankle. So yeah. Walking home, various expulsions of various creatures, cooling weirdly on my bare ankles. I… Continue reading As I walked home last night
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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