très bizarre
it’s not easy for any of us
and yet we proceed
as if everything is peachy
it’s a face that you wear
like a past familiarity
known before birth
saying you belong here
but then—out of nowhere
once your eyes
are again wide open
—complete abandonment
it’s hard to say what you mean
as you easily proceed
from one bizarre moment
to the next
june two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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