Hard Jazz – DS Maolalai

and the wind
is not high,
it is low.

and the groaning
heaves our house
like the bending edge
of a tabletop,
and we
the yokes of eggs
rattled with bangs
as the roofs rip off. inside
we are comfortable birds, swallows
crunching and calm,
as trees turn metronome
and give time
to hard jazz.

my hand feels warm,
in the crook of your knee
which curls
like a cat
around corners. the other hand
holds your foot,
an egg in an eggcup,
inside another egg
which is finally beginning
to break.

cats don’t curl
around anything.
they tremble
and soak
and scream at the moving night.

DS MaolalaiDS Maolalai has been nominated four times for Best of the Net and twice 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)