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.