Condensation We used to be the same, used to dance in living rooms in Grandview houses, drunk on homemade Moscow Mules in copper mugs, and then you said you would no longer drink, but you’d watch with a glass of empty icewater, drip out the fronts of bars without a noise. James Croal Jackson (he/him) has a chapbook, The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017), and poems in Columbia Journal, Rattle, and Reservoir . He edits The Mantle (themantlepoetry.com). Currently, he works in the film industry in Pittsburgh, PA. ( jimjakk.com )
Like the title says.