The bad little brother of the Aurorean

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[one_half last=”no” class=”” id=””]D.S. Maolalai[/one_half]

[one_half last=”yes” class=”” id=””]SPRING 2016[/one_half]

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Tough Women and Angry Men

she called me crying
at 11 or 12
on a saturday afternoon
saying she had been blind drunk since yesterday at 5
after finding out her boyfriend was back in town.
she’d told me about him before
rambling drunk and half the story
about how he’d used to beat her around a little
cherry taps to the top of the head
where her hair would hide any bruises
(and she did have beautiful hair)
and once he had broken her collar bone
after an argument over something that neither of them could remember starting.
and she said that when she heard he was in london again
she had wanted to get drunk
and ended up taking a handful of sleeping pills on top of that
so as to black out quicker
and do something to herself.
she was in chelsea now
with no idea how she had gotten there
and not enough money to get home
and I didn’t have a car to pick her up.
and she told me
that she still loved him
after all that he’d made her do
but she liked fucking me
better than being fucked
by him.
I was hungover
and told her to get the bus,
told her that I couldn’t afford to pay for a taxi.
she hung up then
and called me back
crying even louder
to make sure I could hear it.
I talked to her a little more
but I could tell she was beyond talking,
beyond anything much
except sitting on a wall
and dialing numbers in her phone.
she said that once the neighbours called the police on him
after hearing her screaming in the kitchen
and she had to tell them that nothing was wrong
because she was on cocaine
and had too much of it in the house
but she was off the coke now,
addicted to pills instead,
pills and wine
and waking me at 11am
to cry down the phone.


[highlight color=”” rounded=”no” class=”” id=””]D.S. Maolalai [/highlight]is a recent graduate of English Literature from Trinity College in Dublin and an even more recent arrival in London. He has been writing poetry and short fiction for the past five or six years, and has been submitting his work for a year or two, with some success. His poetry has appeared in such online publications as 4’33”, Strange Bounce and Bong is Bard, and in print in three issues of the Chicago based Down in the Dirt Magazine, Out of Ours, The Eunoia Review, Kerouac’s Dog, More Said Than Done, Star Tips, Myths Magazine, The Belleville Park Pages, Killing the Angel, Dogear and the Unrorean.