poetry by j matthew waters

first date

it’s surreal she said
and she wouldn’t move on
she just stayed there
mesmerized at the black
& red oval (maybe triangular) thing
that may or may not have been
a ladybug

it’s a ladybug I say
let’s move on

the hell she says
a ladybug
are you fucking serious
—okay I’ll catch up with you later

june two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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3 thoughts on “first date

  1. the poem reads like a weird dream.. thanks for the experience yeah. 🙂

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