bedtime stories
pretend you slip into my slacks
one leg at a time
button my newly ironed shirt
from bottom button to top
you get frustrated with yourself
because you can’t seem
to get the bloody dimple square
on the regimental tie
the silent alarm suddenly
signals half past eight
you lie awake forever late
to next week’s meeting
the reverie shakes you alive
screaming in your sleep
i hate you i love you i hate
the way the story ends
march two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Great work, J—your writing always teleports me to a better place.
still trying to find that worm hole out of here…thanks so much, Millie Ho
lovely fear of ordinaries.
thanks so much – sometimes ordinary is dreadful, but sometimes not.
i agree entirely. sometimes it is a delight.