rumor has it
they’re blowing
everything up
one block at a time
nobody believes it though
claiming they don’t
have the resources
—that it’s all talk
the curtain
slightly adjusted
one eye peers out the window
shadowy figures
darting from door to door
checking the locks
& leaving pamphlets
for now the neighborhood
is safe
but has never
been any scarier
october two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
nobody really knows what happened
just like nobody knows what will
they keep saying something bad
is bound to happen to him
but it never does
in the meantime we are picking up
all kinds of pieces
large & small & medium & minuscule
picking up the tiniest shards of glass
(slightly larger than molecules)
grinding them to nothing with our teeth
this town used to be something
nearly opposite than it is today
medicated & isolated
its people slowly turn on themselves
for explanations unimaginable
september two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
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