poetry by j matthew waters

waiting on my cue

from the bottom of my heart
there is much bleeding
noticeable but unseen
to the naked eye

offers flood in
but negotiations break down
the stitchers either
went on strike
or simply headed home

in the meantime
most everyone knows
what happens next
how the satiation
& the emptiness collide
creating a once-in-a-lifetime
celebratory occurrence

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

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