DS Maolalai

Buying a Car

I take a friend with me; 
he knows more about them 
than I do. I just  
know the basics –  
how to drive one, 
I guess, and that’s it.  
and this is the first time 
I’ve bought one  
on purpose; mostly 
they come to me –  
a friend of a friend
lost his license and no 
longer needs it –  
someone needs money –   
someone moving 
abroad. I walk through  
the yard, nervous as birds  
in thick bramble. 

they sit in long rows, 
bright and colourful; 
broken shells  
on a rock 
on a beach. 


Visiting Dingle.

in the morning the house 
was asleep as a basket of dogs.  
chrysty had elbowed me, 
told me I was moving –  
told me in her sleep 
to roll over. I rolled. 
I had thought  
I was sleeping ok, 
though perhaps I was still 
just drunker than she was 
and hadn’t noticed  
my dreams 
in loud grief  
and big letters. 

three hours later  
I took clothes from the bag; 
and dressed in the bathroom. I went downstairs, 
had a coffee  
and opened the garden door. there had been a light rain 
but now the air was clear, 
sea settled 
like a surface on soup.  

I put on my coat and went outside. 
walked for a while; 
bought sausages, bacon and eggs.  

© DS Maolalai

DS Maolalai has been nominated nine times for Best of the Net and five times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden (Encircle Press, 2016) and Sad Havoc Among the Birds (Turas Press, 2019).

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