Self-reflection – DS Maolalai


if I am in crisis
should I really be wearing
a shirt? perhaps
being dressed so formally
means I’m not in crisis
after all.

it’s hot in here. I’m topless
it’s so hot. the air is like melted butter,
you could take it
and spray it on pancakes. everything is sticky
with fallen pollen
and I never have pancakes for breakfast,
but I’d like to
if things continue like this.
with a little bit of cream
and a stawberry on top,
cut in two
and glistening,
red as uncooked liver.

that’s the dream I have
in my crisis
but my dreams in crisis
have never been realistic,
not even to me
when I think about them.




DS Maolalai recently returned to Ireland after four years away, now spending 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 the Encircle Press. He has twice been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.


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