Somebody Moving

 

you wake up on sunday

and somebody moving

around in your bedroom

in socks and t-shirt,

a towel and pulling at drawers.

feign sleep – you love

them and they don’t want

to wake you. you hope

they don’t know that they did –

their arms stirring air

like a spoon in a fresh

cup of coffee. and milkiness;

light through net curtains,

its hard corners filtered

to all over softness

and sleep in your eyes

in a crust which you don’t want

to break.

 

D.S. Maolalai has been described by one editor as “a cosmopolitan poet” and another as “prolific, bordering on incontinent”. His work has been nominated twelve times for BOTN, ten for the Pushcart and 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)