We’re All Missing Our Letters

We’re All Missing Our Letters

Poetry

James Diaz

 

 

 

why the long way around
                                         and maybe not just this one time
wrapped tiny against that warp in the woods
                                                                         holly-hills singing
lost little dear
                     I know each thing that burns          I
feel it too
            skin deep
the bone                 the neon sign
missing a few letters           we’re all missing something
                                       if I could I surely would
little darlin’ here’s the patch where my heart went through
      spun wide against the window
                                                         you lean and smoke into
like there’s no screen at all between      here and everywhere you’ve been
how many dark highways    and      gas station bathroom doors
                                               locked tight
Livin’ takes and takes oh taker I got those blues too      I just wish you’d believe me
when I say           it’s alright        to let the damn thing chew a bit off the ends of us
we’ll grow new limbs            you’ll see so much      that the dark keeps hid
it ain’t pretty       but       it ain’t so ugly either

 

 

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. 

Sign Up for the Weekly Review

Stalk us through the Mind-Farms of Social Media...

Or Check Out These Links!