poetry by j matthew waters

Last Supper

I thought it was Good Friday
so I pulled a Cod filet from the freezer
leaving it to thaw in the strainer

Once at room temperature
I thought I would soak it in a mixture
of Amber Ale & a scrambled egg
coat it w/crumbled Frosted Flakes

I imagined I would pan sear it
in Olive Oil & a pat of butter
serve it w/a chunk of homemade bread

It was supposed to be my Last Supper
but for whatever reason
I don’t remember a Goddamn Thing

april two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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