poetry by j matthew waters

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stick hand

pretend you’re a stick figure
wearing a beret
and twirling a baton

out of nowhere a number two
pencil eraser rubs
against your thigh

you resist with all your might
pushing back
and kicking back

eventually you become stuck
like in quick sand
your mouth wide open

absorbing into another medium
you reach out
one last time

to be saved

march two thousand thirteen
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i should have put myself
in a position to save him
should have thrown differences aside
and made a case for rising
to the occasion

held back by clear skies
i kept to my routine
realizing he probably was right
this business of saving
is misunderstood

october two thousand twelve
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