Friday, January 12, 2024

Silly By Cherie Madigan


If I have a soulmate
he's drunk and
liquor-silly

sitting somewhere
baked as a cheesecake
and giggling like a little boy
in a dark corner bar.


One can only hope
he sobers up enough
to wander outside
into the fading sunlight


long enough for me
to stumble by giddy
and starving


on a quest
to fill empty bellies.
Maybe we fill
hungry hearts, too.




Cherie Madigan is a professor of English at Heartland Community College, in Normal, Illinois; she lives 45 minutes southwest of Normal...  Her work has been published in Dragon Poet Review, Labor: Studies in Working Class History, and Poetry Breakfast

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