Deborah Diemont lives in Syracuse, New York and has spent summers in Chiapas, Mexico where she’s organized an annual reading with local poets whose work she translates. Her new book of poems is The Charmed House (Dos Madres Press, 2020). Her work has appeared in New South, Nimrod, The Texas Review and elsewhere.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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