Of course you do. Surely, if that moment is tattooed on my skin, Inking like some tribal folly From everyone’s early tough twenties A stain remaining no matter how hard I scrub If you are in my every skin The dermal memory of me Then surely, you must remember standing over there? I came to… Continue reading Do you remember standing over there?
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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