Several someones
by DS Maolalai
a folksome, gruesome opera
of gauze and malcontent.
the cat slinks
under shinbones,
annoyed by this noise
in her privacy. someone
drops a glass in the kitchen
and someone says something
loud and untactful.
upstairs apparently,
someone’s brought
someone’s boyfriend;
no-one else now in
the mood to hook up.
there’s a haze
in the garden
of cigarettes, someones
and roasting mayflies;
their wings make air
a curtain as it rises
from pavement.
they pattern the evening
with paisley tobacco
and twist through beams
of spotlights,
flickering like towels
on a line
on a windy day.
