poetry by j matthew waters

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Wayne had a cocaine habit
and somehow dragged me into it

Otherwise he was a great guy
helped us buy our first house
by sweet talking
my grandmother-in-law
into lending us five grand
towards the down payment

And then there was the time
the furnace went out
and we all piled into his Volvo
so we could crash for the night
in his basement

Cash flow was always tight
back then
and so my generosity
but for some reason he made
perfect sense why I should lend him
one-fifty for a few days

That seemed like a century ago
and I never did
get the money back
but at least he had the decency
to let me walk through his house
and take home anything
of my choosing

may two thousand twenty-two
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I wasn’t too worried about tomorrow

I had all this money stashed away
and I didn’t want anyone to know about it

It kept me up at night thinking about how
many different ways it could make me happy

but I really didn’t want to disturb it
so all it did was grow and grow and grow

I once thought it would solve any problem
thrown its way
but after withstanding
inflation and corrections and acute depression
all it ever really gave me was artificial respiration

january two thousand fifteen
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