poetry by j matthew waters

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who’s paying for these anyway

he never understood there are consequences
for his actions
especially as a child

had the good doctor never mentioned it
the concept would have remained
alien to his thinking man’s brain

I always thought we live in a society
where we need evidence for such claims
he remembered telling her
uncrossing his legs and looking away

she never much cared for his constant
avoidance at eye contact
but it was usually worth the wait
once he finally decided to come back around

nothing seems to bother me anymore
since mother passed (he went on to say)

I don’t know about you but that isn’t working
for me

november two thousand sixteen
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Session 101

I told the doctor I hadn’t been feeling
quite like myself
told her I’ve lost some weight
and kept waking up at three am
on the button
for the past ten days

I’d get up and take a leak
in the dark
imagining the moon was staring
at me from behind the drawn shade
watching my every move

After a few moments of silence
she finally got the courage
to tell me to go on

There’s nothing more to say
I said as if nothing was wrong
and I got up and left
feeling perfectly fine

september two thousand fifteen
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looking for mr. rorschach

the man in the white coat
hands me a square sheet of paper
encouraging me to tell him
what i think i see

on the white sheet of paper
a black and white monarch butterfly
stretches out her wings in perfect symmetry
her lips tasting the nectar of oswego tea
growing near a garden pond
filled with koi and water lilies

giving back the square sheet of paper
i lower my eyes and
tell the brain doctor
i see some chump sitting on the street corner
hand held out and repeating something silly
like penny for your thoughts

february two thousand thirteen
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