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poetry by j matthew waters

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hopping on another plane


if I was any more aware I’d be dead
she said
lying face down
the anguish in her voice the result of my will
digging deeper into her quads

what’s that supposed to mean
I said
switching things up by slowly
massaging her thigh
locating more tissue
untouched in so many years

oh shit
she said
I felt that
oh god that feels so good

that part about the dead
I asked
what’s that all about
some sort of enlightenment

oh yes
she said
that’s exactly what it is
and if you just shut up
you just might get me there


may two thousand fourteen
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