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poetry by j matthew waters

the boy prince & the wizard’s wife


chances are you would find
her in the cookery
usually a big black pot
on the largest stovetop burner
control knob set to simmer

on this day she would turn
me into a frog or toad
or maybe it was a salamander
my self-imposed mission
to set out alone in the cold cold world
to see if was possible
for anyone to love me


september two thousand twenty-four
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