By: James Diaz

I’d drive you
to the coast
but there’s
ice in a bone
I keep
shadowed
at night
the floor
creaks
like the
first chair
moved
awkwardly
across
the gymnasium
floor
of your first
gathering
of drunks
I want to
get clean
I don’t want
to be this
mean
for the rest
of my life
then stop
throwing
yourself
into the wall
like that
but you don’t
know how,
not yet
you can’t
take it easy
when it was
given to
you hard.