by DS Maolalai
THE CRABSHELL.
AN EMPTY HOUSE, OPEN
as tides
and dead crabshells. the guts
gone to seabird,
the legs and the various
bones. jack talks
about plans
and tells me which walls
will be opened. I follow him
quietly, noting the wallpaper,
like a man on a beach
with a stick.
DS MAOLALAI has been nominated eight times for Best of the Net and five 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).