poetry by j matthew waters

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
all rights reserved

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5 thoughts on “bedtime stories

  1. Great work, J—your writing always teleports me to a better place.

  2. lovely fear of ordinaries.

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