poetry by j matthew waters

not necessarily in my peripheral

not looking for sympathy
but an irreducible remedy
a little bump that gets me
from here to there

one minute you’re close
the next a living memory
lurking by day
& haunting by night
whether in my dreams
or real life

you tell me in so
many words
you’re but a chameleon
still loving to play
hide & go seek
practicing & reinventing
the fine art of deception
one superfluous life
at a time

may two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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