poetry by j matthew waters

3404 Daze

it’s in the future but it feels
like it’s in the past
she told me to take some notes
and be sure to see her
in the end

I’m working on it
but I’m mostly clueless
the numbers having no meaning
to me other than knowing
they mean something to you

I told you I’d give it a try
but the days seem to pass
without consequence
as if the next century
started nearly a decade ago

november two thousand twenty-one
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