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poetry by j matthew waters

I’d be willing to be moving


I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico
baked by the sun every time I go to Mexico

                                                    —Lowell George

on the road with Linda
we left from the west side
of Lake Pontchartrain
exact town or time of day
forever stricken from the record

it was no small feat
blowing past Houston & San
Antonio
taking advantage of whatever
weed or whites or wine
we could afford at the time

it’s not the first time we
smuggled in & out of the border
the legality or legitimacy of it all
rarely reaching top of mind





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

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