James Diaz: Bodies That Linger
Elisabeth
I learned the able way
of bodies that linger in door ways too long
that speak the tongue of winter
in corner market parking lots
surrounded by the sound of hunters like church bells
but they worship death
without the resurrection
I don't know what it's like
and in your place I would surly crumble
but you grip the wheel, I imagine, so hard -
you take the next turn and the next and the next
me, I don't even know how to drive
I'm scared all the time
and I don't know why
the worst really has already happened
there is this river in my darkest dream
and they named it dial tone
skin of your teeth
and god is good
with numbers
but not with names
I don't want you to be alone
ever my friend
and sometimes, sometimes
I don't know what to say
to make it all better
when the best thing I could possibly say
is exactly that.
James Diaz is the author of This Someone I Call Stranger (Indolent Books, 2018) and editor (along with Elisabeth Horan & Amy Alexander) of the anthology What Keeps us Here: Songs from The Other Side of Trauma (Anti-Heroin Chic Press, 2019). In 2016 he founded the online literary arts and music journal Anti-Heroin Chic to provide a platform for often unheard voices, including those struggling with addiction, mental illness and Prison/confinement. His most recent work can be found in Moonchild Magazine, Occulum, Drunk Monkeys and Thimble Literary Magazine. He resides in upstate New York, in between balanced rocks and horse farms. He has never believed in anything as strongly as he does the power of poetry to help heal a shattered life.