poetry by j matthew waters

the minimalist

everywhere in the house
there are bits and pieces
left here and there by nearly anyone

needle and thread and triple a battery
nickel and dime and gnarly tennis ball
none of which belong to me

trophies and knickknacks and
vinyl records in various sizes
displayed on shelves
have no meaning in my life

people come picking up things
dropping things off as they go
buying and lifting and regifting
never saying one word

though my calculations are unscientific
I’ve reason to believe my possessions
(which aren’t my possessions)
will be next to nothing
anytime soon

june two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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8 thoughts on “the minimalist

  1. denise0904 on said:

    this poem made me smile, then it made me laugh outright. wonderful.

  2. Sounds like more of a blessing… my home just fills up

  3. arsenios on said:


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