poetry by j matthew waters

another intervention

we were rehabbing under the bridge
swapping needles and day old bread
keeping the fire alive despite
the dampness in the air

there’s hardly any signal down here
but we had no problem
dialing in songs for the deaf
one rock classic after another

I hadn’t seen my sweetie in weeks
but word on the street says
she’s got to get me into her life
long before the next intervention

january two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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