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poetry by j matthew waters

Deputized


I took this job with the FBI
or the CIA
depending on the time of day

I was fresh out of college
and the credentials they gave me
were pockmarked
on my cheeks

It came to the point
where my friends confessed
they could see me
from a mile away
but couldn’t quite make out
who I was

As for my part
it wasn’t hard getting them to talk
about ice cream & conspiracies
after all
I had been taught to read
between the lines





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

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