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poetry by j matthew waters

ransom


she hadn’t seen the light
of day in a week and the
only voice she ever heard
made her physically ill

the man inside her head
said she had better live
so she obeyed
and prayed
for real-time changes

negotiated agreements
led to predetermined exchanges
between skin
and gold




december two thousand twelve
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