An Ode To Minor Things
How in my city, there are no gifts to bring
no attachments to be lost,
only this: what you have on your person
is what was rescued from the fire
from the off key and eternal song
your name now needs in every induced emergency,
to have or not at all.
James Diaz lives in Upstate New York. His poems and stories can be found in Collective Exile, Pismire, Ditch and Cheap Pop Lit.