poetry by j matthew waters

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isolated & medicated

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
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