McDonald’s Delivery [Poetry]

This is a poem by James Croal Jackson.

voila! magic! chicken mcnuggets at my front door

a knock-knock and bag grab

and alone at the edge

of the long kitchen table

the a/c unit roars on

lukewarm meat between my teeth


voila! magic! blood struggles through my veins

breathing’s become an hourglass

my girlfriend says her dad had a heart

attack at thirty then gave up meat

I press a button the heater burns on

James Croal Jackson swore he’d never work in film again after leaving L.A. He has a chapbook, The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017), and has poems in Columbia Journal, Rattle, and Hobart. He edits The Mantle. Currently, he works in the film industry in Pittsburgh, PA. 

Header photo by JC Gellidon on Unsplash.

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