More than anything else,
Saran Wrap has taught me
Bring the drinking glass you dared her to steal to eye-level. Now look— through your glasses, through the glass, through the kitchen window's glass— to the trees, the bus stop, the busy street below. Notice everything distorted, contorted, reversed, yet golden, beer golden, effervescing.
Derek M. Jackson lives and writes, as if there were a difference, in St. Paul, MN—just a stone's throw or two from Lake Como. He's a student in the MFA program at Hamline University and is a real lively bugger. He can be reached at email@example.com, which is most certainly a long e-mail address, though it does shed some light on what that elusive "M." stands for.