How A Life Can Go On Like This
By James Diaz
QuailBellMagazine.com
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pressing down
in my chest
some gauzy
radio lover's
lament
no more
therapy / dross
back road driving
morning breaks
a bone so hard
you mark the hour
down in your calendar
bundle up the hurt
heft the blue
and off of the walls
no talking
just [blank] was here
and now the daily bread
moldy / ceiling
you watch the fading
from hay barrels
called mercy please
mercy, me
I am on my knees
if the shoe barely fits
pin needles and pine
how is it I ended up
every shape I didn't want to be in
round, fifteen quarrels
with the inside of my chest
lift up the skin I hiss the poem
you hear the day breaking
it might be no god coming
anytime soon
November, mark this hour down
I walk into myself
like a wayward dog
missing warm floors
familiar smells
shatter moon I get what
flows down after every storm
open jaw, I am night
without day, burning
simply burning
stunned how a life
can go on like this.
back road driving
morning breaks
a bone so hard
you mark the hour
down in your calendar
bundle up the hurt
heft the blue
and off of the walls
no talking
just [blank] was here
and now the daily bread
moldy / ceiling
you watch the fading
from hay barrels
called mercy please
mercy, me
I am on my knees
if the shoe barely fits
pin needles and pine
how is it I ended up
every shape I didn't want to be in
round, fifteen quarrels
with the inside of my chest
lift up the skin I hiss the poem
you hear the day breaking
it might be no god coming
anytime soon
November, mark this hour down
I walk into myself
like a wayward dog
missing warm floors
familiar smells
shatter moon I get what
flows down after every storm
open jaw, I am night
without day, burning
simply burning
stunned how a life
can go on like this.
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