Chowder
written by: DS (Diarmuid) Maolalai
@diarmo1990
we decide
not to have breakfast at all
and instead
stay in bed
and head straight to howth
for lunchtime. howth – this cafe
where their whole thing was
they let dogs
in. we don’t
have a dog with us, but I order pizza
and you have pasta
and we share a bowl of chowder – all fish
and other seafood,
because it is still, after all,
howth. afterwards
I realise
I might not like chowder
anymore – I had it
last weekend
with a hangover, and it turns out
milky seafood
doesn’t sit. I walk you to the train
and find my bicycle – spin down
the coast road, watching the green
of seaweed
as it is slowly consumed
by tickling in
high tide.
DS Maolalai is a poet from Ireland who has been writing and publishing poetry for almost 10 years. His first collection, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden, was published in 2016 by the Encircle Press, and he has a second collection forthcoming from Turas Press in 2019. He has been nominated for Best of the Web and twice for the Pushcart Prize.
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