Travel by Night

This happened to you too,
one winter you were suddenly
aware of this profound loss,
fishing with quilted patterns
at the edge of your mental forest
it must be that we were all left
orphaned and comparing
invisible parents to one another
around a campfire soon to go out.

How long is forever?
Not long enough.
It is easier to name the things
one wishes one had forgotten
than it is to accept
how poor memory
can turn, in general –
out doors and windows
a fracture of
movie tones
spinning and at such distance
we try to word the awe.

No, there is no phoning home,
our bill is due
and the rain here is so unforgiving,
who could blame it?

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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