poetry by j matthew waters

hello my name is principal

there are toys spread out
from one room to the next
I’m almost fearful of them
this time around

I’m not used to being this alone
all the while so many eyes
obviously spying on me
as if they’ve nothing else to do

hello my name is principal
and I need more time
deciding who should die
& who should replace me

I’ve been back from war
for what seems like centuries
the world I left & the one
I now live indistinguishable

september two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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