Author | James Diaz
No one notices
that final moment
when darkness
threads
along the path ways
of your skin
a turn of your sleeve
catching what little light
is left
and offering it
to the most broken
note in the room
sad songs taped
on the underside
of a broken piano
the last leaf to fall
reminding you
that most things in life
are about losing
seems like the sort of thing
you should know
how to handle by now
dropping covers
and standing bare
at the threshold
letting loss
do what it was made to do
take from you.
About the Author | James Diaz is founding editor of the literary arts & music journal Anti-Heroin Chic. His work has appeared in HIV Here & Now, Ditch, Cheap Pop Lit, Foliate Oak, Epigraph, Chronogram and Collective Exile. His first book of poems, “This Someone I Call Stranger” is forthcoming from Indolent Books next year. He lives in upstate New York.