poetry by j matthew waters

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a window to your soul

the cold has promised to come
and all I can think of
are the windows

the second story is burning
the attic fan turning
attempting to cool
that which never will

I told everyone who would listen
I don’t belong here
not where glaciers melt
before my very eyes
not where arctic blasts
are merely sticks of dynamite

and in the meantime
all I can think of are the windows
wide open
inviting the inevitable

may two thousand sixteen
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