Competitors
Competition is a cedar you settled
with. Because I was digging holes
all over Texas rooting you another
tree. Oh, Fort Worth could’ve been
the birthplace of a forest, but Austin’s
expanding rapidly, oaks overgrown
with branches lugging encumbering
ambitions. I know. I’ve lived
in Nashville. Los Angeles.
There is no life of transience
without large cockroaches
squished on sidewalks.
James Croal Jackson
James Croal Jackson (he/him) has a chapbook, The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017), and poems in Pacifica, Reservoir, and Rattle. He edits The Mantle (themantlepoetry.com). Currently, he works in the film industry in Pittsburgh, PA. (jimjakk.com)
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