poetry by j matthew waters

stuffed animal group therapy

there is some solace in the disorder of the day
further complicated by my inability to
distinguish the living from the dead

I used to think I was normal until I was told
I must either be insane or a genius

ever since I fired my counselor and started
self-diagnosing my own internal conflicts

I gave them their very own names
associating them with childhood stuffed animals
alive and well in the far corners of my mind

on sunday mornings we all get together
in a perfect circle and share a pot of hibiscus tea
each of us having a chance to cry a good story

september two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “stuffed animal group therapy

  1. I love the title of this poem ~ it made me smile. So imaginative.

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