AN AITIUIL: AN ANTHOLOGY
with the martello journal
A Bit Out of Touch
by úna nolan
Dublin and I go way back, actually.
We held toddler hands in Primary,
chubby little dinner plates tugging on each other’s plaits.
She knows how jealous I was when my brother and sister
first came home from Hollow Street.
We have sat in the Hairy Lemon
Waiting for the drinks to start serving.
Sat there from open til close, laughing until sides
ached and my chest glowed.
She came straight over after my first real heartbreak,
the lane between Ballsbridge and Herbert Park-
I brought salt and vinegar, I knew chocolate would be pointless.
And always Workman’s on a Wednesday
Pack of Amber Leaf in one pocket (I’d have her roll for me) and a naggin under the table
We would order too many rum-cokes and dare each other to kiss strangers-
On the lips or it doesn’t count
Not that we could afford that now-
No more €7 Smirnoff fished for in Green,
Split it with a Club Lemon and stumble home
Rebellious and tipsy at a clean 9:30-
Yeah, the movie was great Mam thanks for asking
I guess Dublin’s been quite distant lately.
She’s hanging out with another crowd-
Business, economics- you know the type.
The ones we used to laugh at from the Newman steps,
I’d plant a kiss on her shoulder and she’d rummage
in her tote for a light.
Her tastes seem to be changing
Less grimey pool tables (she’d always win)
Less sleeping over on the old mattress downstairs
I’ve stopped keeping oat milk in the fridge actually,
I’ve been meaning to tell her
Yeah, Dublin and I go way back but
we don’t see much of each other these days
She’s always working when I try call-
Heard she wanted to be a Hotel Manager
Or Something like that, anyways.