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AMARIS DIAZ

My anger: his mouth.


His mouth: tombstone.

My tombstone: a grave I am trying to un-name.


My name: used noose.

Used noose:  unsigned suicide note.

Suicide note: drunk prayer.


Drunk prayer is what happens when people stop listening to each other.

Listening: a rope.

That we might pull each other out from the grave.


The grave: too late.

The grave: don’t cry, mama.

We: grumpy children. We: tired parents.

We: stuck. We: teething.


Teething: the only way we learn to bite.

His mouth: my anger: teething.



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Amaris Diaz was born and raised in San Antonio, Texas. She currently resides  in San Marcos, Texas, where she is finishing up a B.A. in English from  Texas State University this summer. She spends her free time reading,  writing, and worrying that doing so is a waste of time. She hopes that  graduate school will take her just far enough.




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