poetry by j matthew waters

me and mrs. jones

it was thursday afternoon and
already I was devising a story
to get a jump on the weekend

mrs. jones dismissed english
literature a little early
saying something about the sun
and the moon and the spring

I couldn’t imagine her being
happy with just any man
at least not as long as she
made appearances in my life

although I must say oftentimes
I wonder if she knows I exist
especially outside my own
typewritten boundaries

may two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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