my guts sink
in spots
around the edge of the teacup,
leaking the brown to water
and milk from broken
bags. and I am drinking
tea this morning
because you say we’ve run out
of coffee. eating toast
and watching the dog
while she sits at her bowl
and begs. you are gone
already, gone with the last
of the coffee. I break a bag
and feed her, pouring rattles
from the cup. I stretch, finish my tea
and go to the bathroom.
five minutes later
she pokes her head in.
the door
wasn’t latched – it’s broken.
in the hall
the day stands
and looks at me.


DS Maolalai has been nominated four 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).