Bad bread. by DS Maolalaí

DS Maolalaí is a graduate of English Literature from Trinity College in Dublin. Maolalaí’s work has appeared in publications including 4’33’, 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. Maolalaí has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize twice and has published two collections (Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden and Sad Havoc Among the Birds).

 


 

Bad bread.

 

I make coffee. you are in the shower.
in the kitchen
I toast the bread
my mother gave us. it’s ok,
full of pumpkin seeds,
though she has a theory
that salt is unhealthy
so the satisfaction
is muted
with each bite. butter helps, the way it melts
flavour,
and sitting with you
wrapped
in your toweling dressing gown,
taking only a dribble
of my full-fat milk
and fitting our hunger
with stirrups, your teeth
shearing slices
and loving me
this morning
through
bad bread.


You can find more of DS Maolalaí’s work via Twitter. You can read his other piece published on The Ogilvie here.