By DS Maolalai
Artwork by Alli Rowe
there,
it is the sweetness of the dream,
or the stickiness of it
anyway,
and love
comes stumbling drunk
through every doorway
at 2am.
a woman and 2 men
are outside my apartment,
and the men are gay
and married
(that couldn’t have happened
even a year ago)
and I hear them.
they are
banging through the hallway.
it’s paddy’s day
2018
and they
are stumbling,
joyous stumbling drunk.
only 1 of them is Irish
and he is happy
anyway;
he has 1 friend with him
and 1 lover.
I’ve spent the day at home
so optimistic
something would come
that I missed it.
I should go in
deal out cigarettes
and share a drink with them
but instead I’ll stay at home,
drinking here,
satisfied,
listening to music
and the happy sounds
of a party happening
next door.