Monty IV
Cold hands how do I say
go before me
lay everyplace
you've been
on my body bone
thigh-offspring crawling
crystal clear
water heart gushing
at the edges
screaming 'last night
I loved you so bad
I thought it would not
end'
bending toward your oak
and acrylic fingertips
water willows
you don't understand
I write because
you are death-spirit
and I am compact
like a lover
from out of the woods
a compass pressed
into your breast bone
inking three thousand
names
for 'enduring' and 'getting
through'
and 'walk it off, kid'
that I cannot ingest you
like air
that so much of you
escapes me
that my filament, my soul
bruise
burns in the aftermath
gathering your crumb
trail
weapon of love cut out of
paper
these words won't do
but I'll say them anyway
I love... (...)
- James Diaz 2016
James Diaz lives in upstate New York. He is the founding editor of the online
literary arts journal Anti-Heroin Chic. His work has appeared in HIV Here &
Now, Foliate Oak, Chronogram, Indiana Voice Journal, Pismire, Epigraph, and
Cheap Pop Lit. http://heroinchic.weebly.com/
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