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poetry by j matthew waters

postpartum


standing there naked
your final pose
not feeling the knife
nor hearing the words
spoken over your body

somebody might be
taking notes
or talking into a mic
making comments
little to no relevance

there is no way out
this much you know
and so you breathe
ever so deeply
disregarding the past





november two thousand twenty-two
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