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poetry by j matthew waters

unboxing the morning


it’s impossible to own the night
but tomorrow
is another story
standing there in the peripheral
as if to say
you are not yourself
your current state of mind
disbelieving
that the stars in your future
can ever be washed away
that the man in the box
is someone you’ve never known





august two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “unboxing the morning

  1. Man, I feel this. Sometimes, you just wake up and don’t feel like yourself, don’t feel like you’re home. I don’t know if it’s dissociation but it feels more like a disconnection between identity and reality sometimes, like “Who am I?” and “Why am I even here?”

    Beautifully penned, I really adored these lines:

    “standing there in the peripheral
    as if to say
    you are not yourself
    your current state of mind”

    And those final couple lines really wrap it up neatly. It’s poignant in a way, as if you never truly know yourself. You’re a different person, a stranger each day and to wake up in that skin, it’s terrifying in some ways.

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