poetry by j matthew waters


I know it’s late
but I don’t want to go home
—I call from a payphone
to say I’m on my way

the front door light is on
collecting inquisitive insects
too numerous to count

today I could use my voice
to turn off that damn light
but back then things were fairly simple
except for killing myself
just to get inside

may two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserve

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2 thoughts on “curfew

  1. Nice poem thanks a lot

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