A Poem by James Diaz

There is a Certain Gap in What has Been Lost

Our love is like a coffee-table,

Because first 

you will not know why

remember that there is comfort 

in your shins

that your labor is low

and distinct objects

have bruised this way before.

 

Trace with your voice

cluttered 

how it searches

knowing no one's name

in this room

where better days have gone to die,

I send you a poem of function

as nothing in our world does anymore.

 

Tripped by wire-

the unrecognized marriage

of materials

a less well lit place

this designation

bad party night- vomit on floor

or just the truth of the moment

either way

there is no jump start

for such a loss.

 

 

 

James Diaz lives in New York. His poems have been published in Ditch, Collective Exile, Orion Headless, The Kitchen Poet and most recently in Red Fez.