poetry by j matthew waters

sunday afternoon

at what point will people tire of weekend sport events
wars in afghanistan and two for tuesday tacos

all these meaningless fights on the hill run
second fiddle to just about any dog and pony show

during my haircut the cosmetologist kept talking
about tax cuts and sexual harassment
and for a moment I thought I was participating
in some sort of candid camera episode

I’m going ice skating I say matter-of-factly after her rant
that is as soon as I get the hell out of this place

november two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “sunday afternoon

  1. This is excellent — especially the second-to-last line.

  2. Sometimes you just have to leave …

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