poetry by j matthew waters

the recovery room

the trap door isn’t in the den
it’s in the dining room
an oriental rug
& four leaf oaken table
layered over it

on the table are tapers
a dozen in three candelabra
lit once a month [or so]
in honor of the new moon

inside the invisible space
resides a great spirit
—if you’re tempted
one time too many
you may never be seen again
[just go ask alice]

seated at the dining table
is a good place to be
as long as you have patience
and an appetite
—but if your sobriety
is in conflict with your inner self
it’s highly recommended
to eat in the kitchen

march two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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