Sunday, July 10, 2016

New Poetry by James Diaz

The Light Behind Our Eyes Is An Explosion

Are you on fire yet?
Do you know the way?
What is everyone waiting for?
Oh, that old song and dance
dressed for the occasional emergency
first bite 
of every inspired wound
how badly are you

this much?

my brother & I ate from the same table
but his name was always hiding itself
in the least likely of places
one underneath the welcome mat
another in a barrel of hay

late at night
when the highway groaned
we lit cigarettes and laughed
at the pain of our parents

nothing comes easy
soon we were the ones 
other people found funny

- James Diaz 2016

James Diaz lives in upstate New York. He is the founding editor of the literary arts journal Anti-Heroin Chic. His work has appeared most recently in HIV Here & Now, Chronogram, Foliate Oak & Indiana Voice Journal.

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