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I’m losing it.

maybe I’ve lost it.

I’ve had it and maybe

it’s gone. it’s gone

for tonight.

poems just coming

shopping lists.

bread and new eggs.

butter and milk.

outside the trams

make machinery noises

with their brackets

to overhead

wires like goose

necks bent down.

outside people talk,

drunk already,

on their way to get

drunker on capel st.

it’s a good part of the city

for poems you’d think. you’d think

and most nights you’d be right.

Author

  • DS Maolalai has been described by one editor as "a cosmopolitan poet" and another as "prolific, bordering on incontinent". His work has been nominated fourteen times for BOTN, ten for the Pushcart, once for the Forward Prize, and released in three collections: Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden (Encircle Press, 2016), Sad Havoc Among the Birds (Turas Press, 2019), and Noble Rot (Turas Press, 2022)

    Maolalai

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