waking at last to the body inviolate as an oyster. no knife of morning articulate enough to penetrate – to yawn apart the shell of me. sleeping greedily, no granular dream to irritate me to some clichéd lustrous bead: the vulvar flesh is pearl enough for me. —– Liv (the) Infinite and Maia Sinclair-Ferguson (a.k.a… Continue reading you do not have to read 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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