You’re going to have it all
but not today, Taurus.
The swarming suits
will suffocate you;
love won’t feel like it exists.
This trend will grind you
down to bones but you
will bounce out of bed
tomorrow to grind
at work. Open your mouth
a little more than usual
to let more air
into your life.
——
James Croal Jackson 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)