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You tell me that when concrete gets cold it has to wear a jacket by Wendy Allen


I have had a few lovers who I wish had loved

me more. The one who wore a waxed jacket,

one in a white fencing suit and a quickly made

bed on the floor, and one who spoke only

Welsh to me. I loved one of the above the

most, but you won’t know which one is you.

Maybe they are all variations of you. When

you tell me about stressing strands, I think

they seem magical. Like the time you use my

name, eyebrow raised.

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Wendy Allen's pamphlet, Plastic Tubed Little Bird, will be published in May 2023 by Broken Sleep.

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