poetry by j matthew waters


addicted to the unknown
& because we don’t know any better
we shame ourselves
by exposing our bodies & souls
up & down the avenue

on the shoreline
we casually collect seashells
& look at ourselves in the mirror
unlocking the mysteries
to the goddess of love

by eventide we turn away
throwing away the unconquerable
but keeping what matters most
the off-white angel wings
& footprints in the sand

march two thousand twenty-two
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2 thoughts on “bittersweet

  1. No more risk-taking. No more addicted to the unknown. Safe, predictable, sensible is my current dynamic. Problem is though, I’m finding it hard to craft this bubble.

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