Sierra Jackson is a writer and poet currently studying creative writing at Full Sail University. Her work has focused on developing contemporary poetic forms and narrative verse. More poetry from The Feedsack is here.
Loose Coins
Night hums low like a fridge behind my bones My feet forget the language of steady steps A drawer of urgencies slides open without a hand Each thought a loose coin slipping through a cuff The throat learns to swallow the shape of “maybe” Light leaks through curtains and tastes like bruised rain I map the small exits and the shorter rooms Names pile on the chest like unreturned letters Air becomes a thin script i cannot read I ask the clock to keep one soft hour for me Its hands multiply and fold into pockets of silence The city outside breathless in simple rhythms i envy My ribs count failures like pebbles in a palm Fingers trace the seam of a future i cant stitch Memory folds into a paper boat and sinks at once I wear the hush like a sweater that never warms Sometimes the world tilts and lets me fall into routine The mirror keeps my face but lends me nothing back Courage hides in empty teacups and slips away Each small kindness becomes a distant windowpane My name sounds thin in my own mouth, a borrowed coin. I stay awake learning the geometry of waiting Hope arrives quietly and leaves its shoes at the door I press my palms to my chest and feel the small storm there.
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