poetry by j matthew waters

what happens here may not stay here

inside your walk-in closet you keep
a wooden bowl atop your dresser
filled past the brim with little things
little tidbit kinds of things that have little
to no value like bottlecaps and matchbooks
rubber bracelets and key chains
a deck of the tiniest of cards you’re
quite sure has played solitaire

sometimes you imagine a little spider
lives inside the tidbit of things
milling about mostly in the dark
but occasionally coming out on afternoons
to unwind atop the deck of cards
basking in the filtered light
leaking through diamond-shaped openings
that really aren’t here nor there

october two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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8 thoughts on “what happens here may not stay here

  1. I have a similar bowl and probably a similar insect! Lovely poem!

  2. Those are some boring things you stuck in that little box. Other than that, I love this. 🙂

  3. My mother has much more than a bowl… she has the closets filled with them.

  4. love the little trip the spider took!

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