poetry by j matthew waters

a pluperfect kind of past


she doesn’t remember me
not the old rock & roll songs
we used to danced to
taking cocaine breaks
back in the dressing room


I’m nearly her age
but she looks twice mine
at least from my perspective
— that irreversibility of time


I hear people saying
when did I get old darling
and they say baby
you’ve been timeless
since the day you were born

april two thousand twenty-three
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4 thoughts on “a pluperfect kind of past

  1. Excellent, a clever written piece.

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