top of page

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.


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


bottom of page