James Croal Jackson



pills are your piggy bank & I know

you’re working on saving yourself

bit by bit every day, plastic bags

full of highs and highers but you

were hired at a Rooster’s you say

is good for your soul– congrats–

I’m at the Walgreen’s on campus

asking questions about your sugar-

coated drops of yesterday held

ransom by the holy words of

prescription papers circled with x’s

and your ex never saw it coming–

the resurrection of a person like

a monument erecting from sweat

and necessity then once you start

changing you don’t stop

James Croal Jackson is the author of The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017). His poetry has appeared in The Bitter Oleander, Rust + Moth, Cosmonauts Avenue, and elsewhere. He has won the William Redding Memorial Poetry Contest and has been a finalist for the Princemere Poetry Prize. Find him in Columbus, Ohio or at jimjakk.com