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poetry by j matthew waters

while looking for cheaters


I stood in the kitchen dumbfounded
body leaning toward the counter
my arms stretched out
my hands gripping the edge
preventing me from falling straight down

once again short-term memory gaps
have poked holes into my productivity
the interruption of progressive thoughts
leading me down avenues of days long gone
like when I wore batman capes
and had real conversations with the mailman

I remember once when I was five
on an early sunday morning
all alone in the great room watching cartoons
my body laid out with elbows on the carpet
and chin resting inside my hands
when all of a sudden a dull clash
resonated from the kitchen and slowly
bounced it’s way into the great room

I dared not move one iota

as I stared into the kitchen
tall shadows moved about the inner walls
no doubt cast by the breeze nudging the evergreens
but I was petrified nonetheless
and hid like a stone waiting to be found


march two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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8 thoughts on “while looking for cheaters

  1. “…like a stone waiting to be found.”

    Very good description – fear, frozen, the works

  2. Interesting childhood memories!

  3. this one really captured the imagination. I could imagine how the narrator felt.

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