When All Else Fails

Author | James Diaz

body is hard
to find

a place
to crawl into
or out of

on the weight
of your hell

not all scars
tell a story
or were deserved

it’s just the thing
that you carry
and dont know
what else to call it

where to set it down

how to shut it off

when the hours fill up
so quickly
and all the spaces
between then and now
blur and the bleeding
becomes more than bleeding

like the spirit testing
its escape route
nothing feels like it belongs
to you anymore
you aren’t where you last
saw yourself

imaginary hurt

assembling loss
like evidence
that can’t speak
on its own behalf

if you survive
it’s because all else failed
to destroy 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.

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