The underside of river run
From now on
this word and light
will be
all that you have
a tiny stone
carried since September
on the inside of your sleeve
a stack of unpaid bills
next to an unread book
on Anarchy
the yellow moth
and the strange pond
past Oswego
a house built
on shadow
moss
and childhood echolalia
life deferred
random
but more true
than anything else you can remember.
- James Diaz 2015
James Diaz lives in Upstate New York. His poems and stories have appeared in Cheap Pop Lit, Pismire, Ditch, Collective Exile and My Favorite Bullet.
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