Half Drunk Muse Poetry

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In the Waiting Room

I recall geometry to pass the time.
These are four walls, four
Corners: shapes to prevent osmosis.
My feet make a perpendicular angle.
The bad news is parallel to my weak handshake.

There are three equilateral rules:
The doctors don’t care,
Your mother will get over it,
Do not attempt to assess your self-worth
Right now.
A polygonal mess,
Lines sprayed every way, like insecticide.

Did you ever clutch a phone to your cheek and
Pretend that someone was listening? Did it hurt?
Or was it a pillow over your face—
The trick you’re too anxious to try.

Submitted by Nicole Steinberg Published in Fall 2004

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Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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