Four short lines, and the poem leaves a lot unsaid. It opens with "Afterwards," so something has already happened, though we never learn what. The aftermath feels thin and strange: the air "came cheap," as if even breathing has lost some of its worth, and "new wants" are sleeping "at the breast," like infants not yet fully awake. Desires seem to be starting up again, quietly, after a gap or a loss.
Then the poem shifts sharply to a post-it note saying grandmothers have gone "in the bush for a good time." The tone turns casual, even funny, and it jars against the quiet first half. The speaker doesn't tell us how they feel, but the flat, almost offhand delivery suggests numbness, or a wry distance from events. The mood is odd and unsettled, part sleepy, part playful. The note might be a joke or a real message, and the poem lets that uncertainty hang, which is what makes it linger.