poetry by j matthew waters

Cancer rising

Creature of habit staring me in the face
Until one of us decidedly blinks

She goes by a number of names
But I know maybe two or three of them

Weeks or months or perhaps years pass
Without any kind of visitation

She’s like a cancer in remission
Alive & well & fully aware of my proximity

Mirrors & ideas & loopholes are everywhere
To me they’re all one in the same

july two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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