#1
When I say you are my number
one I mean in the line of infinity:
crystals in sand, the observable
universe, atoms in the pretzel of
our hands– we were in the back-
seat. You were in the middle
of a knot, trying to emerge
beyond the physics that
has no name to call us.
James Croal Jackson works in film production. His most recent chapbooks are Count Seeds With Me (Ethel Zine & Micro-Press, 2022) and Our Past Leaves (Kelsay Books, 2021). Recent poems are in Stirring, SAND, and Vilas Avenue. He edits The Mantle Poetry from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (jamescroaljackson.com)