I Stopped Dreaming

By JOSE HERNANDEZ DIAZ

I denounced abstract expressionism. I became a realist and portrait painter. I started paying my taxes. I flossed my teeth with regularity. I tied my shoes with punctuality. I wore dress shoes for that matter. I no longer sang in the shower. I stopped skateboarding on the weekend. I threw away my Neil Young & Crazy Horse albums. I tipped my waiter a decent amount. I cut my long hair. I voted early on Tuesday morning. I wore a fitted suit for the job interview. I got a job as a civil servant in Paris. I established good credit and got engaged. I got married in the summertime at sunset on the misty beach. I had half a dozen children. They loved me but worked me to the bone. I fell asleep at a reasonable hour. I started using an alarm clock in the early morning. I ate my breakfast with black coffee and a filter-less cigarette. 

 

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Jose Hernandez Diaz is a 2017 NEA Poetry Fellow. He is the author of Bad Mexican, Bad American; The Lighthouse Tattoo; and other collections. He has taught as a visiting assistant professor at the University of California, Riverside, and at the University of Tennessee.

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I Stopped Dreaming

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