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poetry by j matthew waters

Disappearing act


I smuggled some spirits
across state lines
tied down in the trunk
of my Honda Civic

Seventeen hours on the road
over a two-day stretch
one rainy & one sunny
the night itself lifeless
like the spirits
locked inside the trunk

From Roanoke to Davenport
it’s hard to say exactly
how many managed
to escape along the way
in the final analysis
the open trunk
a revelation of evaporation





march two thousand twenty-four
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