Poetic Disasters by James Diaz

show me where it hurts
i would move mountains for you
from this life into the next
build a house of words to hold you
against lashing wind and dark is the taste
in your mouth some nights, but beautiful too
this kind of silence that we speak
caterwauling heart and the heat
of two bodies woozy at the rivers edge
our toes light against the ground
i would want you to know that the place I have built
is light and warm and made of everything you gave me
when you rubbed the side of your face so that your stars would shine
i think i saw what noah’s dove must have seen
a thing so beautiful & unbroken it never returned
it just kept going and going and going
into the new world.


©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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