Four-Chambered Heart by James Diaz

it happened so many times when i was young
plates crashing onto the floor
my mother could empty a cupboard
around my father’s absence
in seconds, my little body shook
i thought; i’m her hurricane
best not to show my storm

i stood still like time
and all of those things you don’t get back
they sting

a haunted house of memory
and you learn the legend early
stay clear the yard out front

I had this dream A.
you were there and we were both real silent
around each other
as if speaking would destroy us
we were holding hands like someone had just died
we were river side, angelic, run down
counting our blessings

you lifted the star side of your face towards the sky
and pointed at the Bell’s Sparrow circling over us
I couldn’t get the words out but I wanted to tell you
how much I loved you

I heard you then deep in my brain
you don’t have to say anything, you already have

i could finally see we were nobody’s storm
we were the legend, broken
and beautiful
and our edges weren’t rough,
they were smooth.

 

©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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