Thomas Jackson

beauty won’t come for us tonight

one imagines God’s lips blowing the

breeze the other denies his existence

we switch sides every hour to argue i

printed all your courting letters put

them in a binder i can’t open in my

storage unit we’re half together still

let’s pose a final framed moment a

chance for rest this doesn’t have to

be nasty, ugly no matter what you

will be comfort sorrow’s scheduled

for tomorrow let’s make it brutal to

move on offer up another option to

regret looking back on force me to

admit through pride we had a lot

of fun ate well touched tenderly

more vulnerable than i’ll ever

muster again i’m left searching

wrists for motion rhythm life one

lone heartbeat in a bloodless body

Thomas Jackson is a disabled queer poet from Raleigh, North Carolina living with Bipolar Disorder. He is a published TEDx Speaker, landscape designer, self-published author, amputee, and suicide prevention leader.