[127 words]
we’re watching that Beatles
documentary. Get Back.
it’s pretty good generally.
and every time Yoko’s
onscreen while they practice,
sitting by the side, doing nothing,
I can’t help but laugh.
you can tell that whoever
was filming didn’t like her.
“that’s how I feel”,
Chrysty tells me the third time,
“when your friends all come over,
and you’re all hanging out,
showing off that you’re clever
and taking a line to your tales.
like I shouldn’t contribute;
like I should just listen,
and you guys can talk
and make fencing moves out
of your words.” I laugh and say
“thank you”, although I
think that she’s misreading
Yoko. and misreading me.
and my friends’ talk is nothing
like good as The Beatles.
well, maybe like Yellow Submarine.
DS Maolalai has been described by one editor as “a cosmopolitan poet” and another as “prolific, bordering on incontinent”. His work has nominated thirteen times for Best of the Net, ten for the Pushcart and once for the Forward Prize, and has been released in three collections; “Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden” (Encircle Press, 2016), “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” (Turas Press, 2019) and “Noble Rot” (Turas Press, 2022)
