poetry by j matthew waters

if we ever get out of here

wanting to go deep
past the beginning
the starting place
keeps changing

with various devices
unlikely approved
by the powers that be
haphazardly curing
that which ails me
one unforgivable sin
at a time

before the cock
crows (again)
I tell myself I’ve never
denied you
not in this life
nor the next

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

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