poetry by j matthew waters

bullets in the pantry

soup is on the stovetop
italian vegetable
burner set between
medium low
and simmering

outside it’s snowing
inch after inch after inch
ever since early morning
still waiting for plow
to come rolling through

on the kitchen counter
handwritten letter
remains left unfolded
kept in place by
handgun paperweight

there’s a candle burning
on a nearby table
house cat scratching
at the back door
pleading to get away

footsteps can be heard
pacing quietly
throughout the place
stir crazy perhaps
or simply bored to death

february two thousand nineteen
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