poetry by j matthew waters

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caller unknown

I clear my throat
but am unable to speak
for the words which were meant for you
have grown silent

I try not to wonder where you are
or why you’ve chosen
not to appear in the places
where you are known to gather
try not to put much stock in the fact
that you could be in harm’s way
or in the arms of a lover

every now & then the phone will ring
but I’ve grown accustomed
not to answering it
—it’s just a number I say to myself
and highly unlikely
one of a few I used to know

october two thousand twenty-two
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the reason she needs you now

she was a beauty without doubt
shined in photographs
everywhere you showed them
to everyone who saw

her skin was cold to the touch
but you would never know
not without getting closer
not without bridging the gap

lost inside a city of angels
she blended in with mere mortals
rubbing elbows with those
she learned to trust

it was back in o’eight after
the world had seemed to crash
an exodus of sorts ensued
and she left everything behind

did she really head back east
back where there was no home
or did she drift into a dreamless state
where only gray matter grows

your badge of courage means
nothing if you can’t solve
the reason why she came here
or the reason she needs you now

june two thousand fifteen
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missing the most wanted

they locked down the schools
and called on the bloodhounds
from three counties away

human chains stretched across
the countryside carrying
torches and kicking stones

holding hands they waded into
cedar lake until they could
no longer breathe

throughout the city church lights
enlivened stain glass windows
well into the wee hours of the night

in the morning there was still no news
not counting the posse that
galloped out of town at daybreak

december two thousand thirteen
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something’s missing

i searched everywhere
for the button
that fell off my favorite jacket
but i just couldn’t find
the damn thing

it was as if the world
was testing me
to see if i would dare go out
wearing such a beautiful jacket
with a button missing

i opened the refrigerator
and there stood
a dozen pale ales suggesting
i drop the needle and thread
and let the button go

january two thousand thirteen
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