Katja Jackson
I see you out there,
see you
on my windowsill.
Red,
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.
