NaPoWriMo, Day Twelve: “Espresso Martini”

Espresso Martini

Above and below
I felt the inevitable
hunger, my life
in the cold grip
of two poles:
the sea, night
-black swallow,
and soaring alone,
the electric burn.
I used to know
the difference
between starving
and idle desire,
the breath I need
and the greedy
gulps I steal as if
this was infinite,
as if it wasn’t
already too late
for me, this body
to span the abyss.

Thanks for reading! April is National Poetry Writing Month, and this year I’m writing and publishing a poem each day titled after (and sort of, sometimes, about) a cocktail. My 2019–2023 NaPoWriMo poems (about crossword clues, food, GIFs, the Fast and Furious movies, and car insurance) are here on Medium, so check out my profile if you want more.