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the sun is low enough to rest our drinks on
and our too-big boots house-big
Annabelle
written in fluttered chalk on the table leg
must be a night for ex-girlfriends
bluejayMan used to love a girl
who says asshole with a French accent
dances like a Roman Candle
and sings dirty depressed angry songs
about how she really feels
I’m glad she didn’t leave Berlin for him
I don’t want her to leave Berlin for anyone
where did we
find these proud and pretty pre-woundtoys
blessedpeculiarMan says quietly
she was colossal
danced like a bonfire
I’d have died of blisters
chasing
Arthur Allen is a nineteen year old currently studying at the University of East Anglia for a BA in English Literature and has not previously been published. He blogs poetry at http://yourelateyouknow.tumblr.com/