poetry by j matthew waters

slow dancing in my peripheral

the power is off
& all the doors are locked
baby’s fast asleep upstairs

it’s a bit scary tonight
make no mistake
I’m even a little worried
about keeping two candles burning
two battery powered fm radios
on either side of the room
playing damn near in unison
like two old lovers
slow dancing in my peripheral

august two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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