James Croal Jackson
Clarity
the end of our conversation
is a snap in the wire our love
tangled in the rushing
pressure of never-ending
water pushing through
strands of hairs bunched
and blocking the shower drain
after months of hearing
we were never together
I don’t know what I want
my brain a jumbled mess you say
what else would you like to say
we have time though cardinals
already fall from the sky
with microplastics lodged in
their tiny beating hearts that flap
in their attempts of unflappability
we feed the trees and ourselves
with pesticides when we need
a variety of wings in this world
that we have hand-pumped
into our ice cream bowl
with exhaust and oil and bottles
sprinkled everywhere on
tundra you say I’m very clear
it’s you it’s you echoes
forever into atmosphere
another pollutant to parse
in this home of dry bones
