Poem In Which Everything Hurts by James Diaz


the answer is
I’m not that brave yet
warmest light
home back stretch bloom
spine touching spine
you say this earth is terrible
every room is too crowded
I’m not so sure
I want to think of our bodies that way
maybe everyone’s loneliness is obvious
maybe we’re all halfway normal
highway light
ostensibly on the run
from everything that came before us
our beautiful failings
we are almost divinely nowhere
near knowing the earth
like that
mother who tossed
her child into the ocean
screaming at the stars
to turn it all back into ash again
just be your breath, someone says
as they put the handcuffs on
and the water took her and made her whole
you wouldn’t understand this part
shredded skin from bone
over god’s water
you say names are so we won’t forget
but names are the reason why we forget
the first thing to go in the end
the right words for the wrong things
maybe we’re all wrong things
but I’m not that brave yet
still spinning in my room thinking
these days don’t add up
they just don’t


©2019 James Diaz


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Bio: James Diaz is the author of This Someone I Call Stranger (2018) Indolent Books. In 2016 he founded the online literary arts and music journal Anti-Heroin Chic to provide a platform for often unheard voices, including those struggling with addiction, mental illness and Prison/confinement. His work has appeared in Occulum, Bone & Ink Press, Moonchild Magazine, Memoir Mix-Tapes and Drunk Monkeys. He resides in upstate New York, in between balanced rocks and horse farms. He has never believed in anything as strongly as he does the power of poetry to help heal a shattered life.

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