poetry by j matthew waters


If I catch you coming back my way
I’m gonna serve it to you

                        ―John Anthony White

She pinned a tail to my behind
as if I were a donkey
somehow tied a string to my underbelly
and away she sent me sailing

With each tug & pull
[and adding more line]
I became less & less vulnerable
relaying signals
that no Seven Nation Army
could ever hold us back

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

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