Half Drunk Muse Poetry


In the Waiting Room by Nicole Steinberg

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.

View bio for Nicole Steinberg Published in Fall 2004

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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