Days Like Then by James Diaz


Let me tell you, wind
About the mad lib
The under bone in my throat
How soon is never-mend
Two baby birds on the highway
Trying to fly home
But they’re goners
Let me tell you, muddy river
About the bruise in my name
The boys who hit me across the head
Laid me out on the psych ward bed
About how I bled
Let me tell you, bone mother, what rhymes
With no going home
Or growing old
And happy
I’ll tell you, dog anchor, about the stars in motel mirrors
The way I break my knuckles
On poems
The way I burn the toast in my heart
The way you only get one go
At everything
And how it really is enough.


©2020 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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