Two Poems by D S Maolalai

My Sister Writes –

she asks me
are there any TV shows I think she should watch
and then tells me
that since she’ll be spending some time in Vietnam soon
once she’s done with India
I should come and visit –
I can stay with her,
flights are expensive
but everything else is cheap
and she’ll have a flat by then
so it’ll be no trouble at all
if I want to sleep
on her floor.

Three Weekends In

and we are already
quite comfortable together.
You study for college
at a table
and I read on the sofa
or fiddle with my laptop.
You cook
and I clean when you’re done cooking.
And the sex
of course
is very good.

Last night
I went to bed early
in your place,
lay down on my side
and was asleep before you came in.
You can’t tell me that’s right,
three weekends deep,
but it happened.
We should have been
tearing the clothes off each other
like lions
fighting on TV.
But I just lay down,
got comfortable
and fell asleep.

It’s very nice
being comfortable with someone
early on,
with someone pretty
who cooks
and kisses well
and likes it when you talk.
But the worry keeps leaning in
like a mouse
pissing on good cheese:
what will I write poems about
if we’re happy?


D S Maolalai recently returned to Ireland after four years away, and now spends his days working maintenance dispatch for a bank and his nights looking out the window and wishing he had a view. His first collection, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden, was published in 2016 by Encircle Publications. He has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize.

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