is that you never loved me and that you never will but don’t pretend that’s the worst that it could be — I’m at the subway and you have stopped me in my tracks. I’ve left the euphoria of yesterday, the odd confusion of last night, the fatigue of this morning and embraced the memory… Continue reading The truth
Author: Eleanor Jackson
Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.
