by Diarmuid Maolalai
whisker whistle
and tiger wail – and once
I was a fair-haired boy, impish
blonde-fingered, milk-
eyed and lovely,
tender, my teeth
all gone straight
from my gums,
pink as plastic fruit
and sweet with artificial additives.
I study the pictures
hung in my parents’ house:
once I was
thirsty, 13, unscarred
and easy to get along as a child.
I acted in plays,
a star
amongst butterflies. I played sports,
grew thin
and tall
and beautiful. my hair
toppled like a mane
or trees
clutching a cliffside
and my clothes
all fit
on my back. I was a child,
I was a teenager, I
was –
now the days come on
killed like raindrops,
each ending as another one begins,
and I sit in the shade
well out of the sun
and listen
to the whisper of the window – shave
each 2 / 3 days
and shower in the morning.
I brush my teeth,
work a job, pay rent
and electricity,
drink wine in the evenings
and document
all my tragedy
in a file on a broken laptop.
my back
lies on a bed
and my mind
goes everywhere
but forwards.
my girlfriend is angry,
my brother in the hospital, animals
flinch
and the sink is blocked.
my mind goes bad
sometimes,
my ears ring
and my eyes
get all fogged up
and useless.
once
there was everything
different –
days into sunset,
riding like cowboys
and me,
slim as a tree branch in April,
wriggly as a landed
fish.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Diarmuid Maolalai is a graduate of English Literature from Trinity College in Dublin and recently returned to Dublin after four years abroad in the UK and Canada. His writing has appeared in 4’33’, Strange Bounce and Bong is Bard, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Out of Ours, The Eunoia Review, Kerouac’s Dog, More Said Than Done, Star Tips, Myths Magazine, Ariadne’s Thread, The Belleville Park Pages, Killing the Angel and Unrorean Broadsheet, where he was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He has published two poetry collections: Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden and Sad Havoc Among the Birds.