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D.S. Maolalai

A bowl of oranges
 
 

with you away

I sleep a lot

and not often alone.

my bedroom is a bowl of oranges…
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D.S. Maolalai

 

 

A bowl of oranges

 

with you away
I sleep a lot
and not often alone.

my bedroom is a bowl of oranges;
sweet flesh selected, sticky
and slowly being revealed
as peeled layers

pile up,
drop on the floor,
get forgotten,

fresh with vitamins in the curl of my fingers,
good on the side
with tequila.

By D.S. Maolalai

D.S. Maolalai was born in Ireland and recently returned there after two years in Toronto, where he worked maintenance for a hospital and drank wine. His first collection of poems, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden, was published by the Encircle Press in 2016. He has twice been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.