D.S. Maolalai – It was me.

It was me.

it was: me,
walking out
of a barbershop.
it was: me,
my hair a little
too short. my hands
in my pockets;
this leather jacket
I wore quite a lot
at the time. leaves on the pavement
scuttling with a light breeze
like frightened
crabs. a storm coming –
the river, a grey creature
with somewhat
ruffled fur. it was: me, my eyes
like broken glass
on the pavement,
glittering with the light
which surrounded – going
directions. my skin
prickling with the energy
of potential. it was: me.
it was: me.



DS Maolalai has been nominated eight times for Best of the Net and three times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, “Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden” (Encircle Press, 2016) and “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” (Turas Press, 2019).

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