poetry by j matthew waters

Fortunate Son

Let’s see
how shall we begin
to describe the fortunate son

It’s impossible they say
a trick question
the description itself but a
like who killed Marie Rogêt

In the end
there is no such thing
except for a brief moment in human
that maybe just maybe
he was the boy next door
voted mostly like to become
an unsolved serial killer

januarytwo thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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