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
missing...
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. http://heroinchic.weebly.com/ His work
has appeared most recently in HIV Here & Now, Chronogram, Foliate Oak &
Indiana Voice Journal.
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