Half Drunk Muse Poetry


Leftover Cravings by Cynthia Polutanovich

After “After Love” by Maxine Kumin

Afterwards, a hollow stomach
like the day after Christmas

Our libidos, for instance
slip on wool socks and cross their legs

Our lips turn solemn and dry
with a craving finally unwrapped and forgotten

I whistle the theme from Star Wars
It doesn’t seem absurd

Your sweaty face is on my chest
Tea has grown cold at the bedside

Nothing has changed except
there was a moment when

our rhythm swelled and scattered and
the sky flew down to see what we were doing

I already miss the labor of our breathing

View bio for Cynthia Polutanovich Published in Spring 2006

About HDM

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

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