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poetry by j matthew waters

visceral


this is where I belong
inside an empty room
inventing a song on the fly
for nobody to hear

after the invention
after all the rewinding
& fast-forwarding
after all the edits have been made
there is still no closure
the end product
nothing like the original
which somehow remains intact
to this day


september two thousand twenty-four
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