Tell Me, Please

The truth is, I am uneasy with (is),
with proportion, how things
map out in the night

space that should be undefinable –
isn’t,
and when too much is bared,
or not enough,
there is no longer room
for what might have been familiar
once

love uneasy with its particles
named, half-formed
there is less of me in it,
then more,
at which point the ground starts
to beg for something I can’t give it

deluge of after the rain
and all that you learn
from caving in

how give to the giving,
an act – a moment,
and so unsure of what
we’re giving?

James Diaz is the founding editor of the literary arts & music journal Anti-Heroin Chic. His work has appeared most recently in HIV Here & Now, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, Chronogram Magazine, and Psaltery & Lyre. His first book of poems, This Someone I Call Stranger, is forthcoming from Indolent Books in 2017.

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