poetry by j matthew waters

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imperfect memory

like stepping on a shard of glass
buried in the shag
childhood memories come
back to life one snippet at a time

I borrow my sister’s white figure skates
tie the laces together & strap
them over my shoulder
head out on foot to the city park
where the ice is six feet thick
and the weather favorable

round & round everyone seemed to go
I racing faster than any of them
crossing foot over foot around the turns
hands held together at my lower back

everyone seems so happy
and I begin to believe that I am too

february two thousand twenty-one
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partial recall

I receive emails from myself
little hints about what remains undone
yellow sticky note reminders
what calls to return
colors needing washing
wrist watch in need of repair
gas running low
milk soon expiring
jeans day is friday
remember the alamo
it happened somewhere down south
somewhere in texas I do believe

you remind yourself to google it
continuously remind yourself
to expand your mind
lest it begin to shrink
(quite unlike the universe)
until one day you awaken
and see yourself in the mirror
barcode tattooed on your forehead
data represented by varying
widths and spacings of parallel lines
its contents containing
every single memory worth recalling

march two thousand eighteen
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higher than yesterday

every day I’d be doing handstands in the
fenced-in school grounds before the first bell
competing against all the pretty inner city girls

it was all part of being in love with the world
outside the home where I was free to be myself
in whatever shape or form of my choosing

how I would gladly return to those days of
simplicity and uncommonplace acceptance
my toes hanging ten longer than the day before

march two thousand seventeen
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I entered the world
like a flower blooming
an experience blocked
from a memory dying
to understand
how the subliminal past
led me to this time
where I beget the pistil
and the petal

’embryo’ youtube video

november two thousand twelve
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your poem

I burned your image
in my mind
like charcoal lead
on cottony white paper

I painted your eyes
on canvas
like I had known them
my entire life

I drew your heart
closer to mine
beating rhythmically
as if we were one

september two thousand twelve
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