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the accident

the cat is creeping in the house
though I’ve no idea where he is

I’ve sequestered myself
in a room w/three glass walls
fully draped in snow-white blinds
—the fourth wall painted charcoal
the only door a two-way mirror

fog has somehow entered this place
seeping in through cracks & crevices
concealing the cat suspected
of sauntering by

I turn on the ceiling fans remotely
the fog quickly & soundlessly dissipating
the cat’s distressing meowing
a reminder of the ambulance’s siren
still ringing in my ear





december two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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