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poetry by j matthew waters

The Spill


There’s something in the water
but that doesn’t stop the Joneses
from brewing their own beer

Meanwhile Missus Thompson
is unloading a couple of cases of bottled
water into her garage

You shouldn’t buy all that plastic
I yell from across the street

Why not she yells back

I say it’s not good for the oceans
and she says there ain’t no
oceans around here

I hope you’re not drinking the water
she goes on to say
closing the trunk of her Caddy

No worries I’m off water I calmly reply
I’m only drinking beer


september two thousand twenty-four
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