poetry by j matthew waters

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afternoon tea with bobbi & me

let’s see
what haven’t we talked
about recently
that might make you
reposition yourself
on the settee

I carry out a tray
two cups & a pot of
earl grey tea
warm banana bread
& two thin slices of
lemon on the side

we talk about how
your dead mother
comes in & out of your life
promising [one of these days]
to leave behind
a dozen monster cookies

she knows how much
I love them
she goes on to say
sipping on her tea
& repositioning herself
on the settee

april two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

radio edit

I was in the garage fixing the radio
when charlie came in
cigarette and beer in hand
wearing wrangler blue jeans
and a sleeveless tee

what in the hell are you doing neighbor
he asked

I told him I was fixing the radio
(the one with the reddish-orange digital display
that usually hangs underneath the kitchen cabinet
the kind you have to use a pen or pencil
to advance the time of day)

he took a peek at me soldering the
red wire to the circuit board
was careful to blow his smoke
out toward the street

as I screwed the cover back on
he asked what in the hell I needed a
radio for this day and age
you know with the internet and pandora
or some such shit

to listen to the dead but of course
is how I answered
and I picked up my radio and excused myself

august two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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