Katja Jackson

I see you out there,

see you

on my windowsill.


like the blood

on my fingertip.

I figure,

you must have places

to fly back to.

All these serious matters

you bring

to my window.

You are looking

for a reckoning,

but all I have

is this skin.

Oh, Lord,

the eyes

on you.

Katja Jackson is a student and artist living in Coastal Virginia. She works across different mediums, focusing on nature and the climate crisis, and loves music.