Valentine Pizza Risk

lost last night’s gold after the Adriatico’s pizza

guy gave us a tip: wait

                                   for me to leave

strummed strings past afternoon stairs

mozzarella between our teeth      hands on hips

                                                                    lips and tongue

I was your favorite human for one night out of a billion

you said and said     kept me a dice roll away my bedroom just

                                                                                              a flick of your fingers

James Croal Jackson (he/him) has a chapbook, The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017), and poems in Pacifica, Reservoir, and indefinite space. He edits The Mantle (themantlepoetry.com). Currently, he works in the film industry in Pittsburgh, PA. (jimjakk.com)