COLUMBUS, OHIO
at the conclusion of this beloved era
our bodies will be slag upon recyclable
aluminum our minds a molasses seeping
from the slits of our pores
because we were the better for it
this time not wasted a railroad crossing
the hearts of Ohio the bullseye center
fluid in the rent of Baptismal ceremony
Saturdays drunken the humid evenings
became exasperated puffs of breathing
ice the nights of curdled expressionless
joy in the proximity of bent arrows
screeching purple toward the end this
liquid intersection no way to leave
JAMES CROAL JACKSON is a Filipino-American poet working in film production. His latest chapbook is A God You Believed In (Pinhole Poetry, 2023). Recent poems are in ITERANT, Stirring, and The Indianapolis Review. He edits The Mantle Poetry from Nashville, Tennessee.
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