jdubqca

poetry by j matthew waters

inside the greek district


she was sitting on her ass
between the oven
& lazy susan
the only light in the kitchen
emitting from her
cupped hands

she wasn’t the only
one awake
at this hour of the night
—in fact if you were looking in
from the outside
you’d swear the entire place
was on fire


april two thousand twenty-five
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