poetry by j matthew waters

in the middle of negotiations

deal me in
it’s simply a matter
of time
before starting
to win again

nearly overnight
all the colorful ties
turned into a quilt

as far as my
recollection is concerned
none of them are mine
I’ve not received
a single dime

out of nowhere
donations arrive
it’s as if people
stopped caring so much
about themselves

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

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