This is the heart that is standing at the bar, waiting patiently to be served some noxious shot of liquid. I can see us, we were standing at that bar, only a decade ago, listening to the tunes listening to the tunes listening to the tunes. You were listing a little to one side, or… Continue reading fuck me – time to cry
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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