poetry by j matthew waters

hanging out at the motorpool

you tell me people you don’t know but love
keep dying

I tell you I’m sorry
but there’s not much we can do about it
now that the cat’s out of the bag

I keep thinking about the crisis unfolding
on the border between Ukraine & Russia
wondering what the hell Snowden
has to do with it

you know I’m dying don’t you
you say
but since I can’t see you I say yes
in all probability you acquired the virus

I don’t ask if you’re vaccinated because
I could give a rat’s ass
now beginning to wonder why you bothered
to call

a decade ago I wouldn’t have answered
having been stationed in Afghanistan
keeping all the Humvees running

I can hear you breathing from the speaker
as if you’re upstairs in the bedroom
and I’m sitting at the kitchen table
pouring myself a shot of Jack

january two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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