When I Think of Home by James Diaz

I am rubbing
my body
up against
all of the ingredients
of loss
and when I turn
my head
too quickly
the lights
out on the harbor
become like ghosts
I somehow let loose
knowing that they will kill
everything I love
in sight
that life is like that secret
you never tell
but sometimes
lonely out on the highway
you whisper
what you’ve become
into the rear-view mirror
some sorrows closer
then they appear
and how hungry
you are
at last
for everything
that didn’t
destroy you.


©2018 James Diaz


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Bio: James Diaz is the author of This Someone I Call Stranger (Indolent Books, 2018). He is founding Editor of the literary arts & music mag Anti-Heroin Chic. His work has appeared most recently in Occulum and Philosophical Idiot. He lives in upstate NY and occasionally tweets @diaz_james.

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