Three Poems by A.E. De Vaul



My lover left me tied in bed

while he skyped his wife

on the shores of an England imploding


I could hear her laugh 

coming from the living room

and I thought it tacky 

that he didn’t go 

upstairs to his own flat

and leave me with my silence


You’d think it was a metaphor

or some sort of symbol 


But it’s just me, wrists worrying at knots

lying in the air conditioner’s stream

wondering what he thinks

and when we’ll begin again



Give and Take


My lover told me he 

quite likes his wife; 

he never said love. 

He said he loves me, but


our love is a shadow

splayed across the walls 

of Plato’s cave, written

in verse with a shaking hand


on university letterhead 

left pinned to my door

with a post-it note smile

as if it were a gift


as if I could return it

for a better fit.





Last night the sky split 

with lightning, exposed

spine of the next highrise

tinged electric blue,

reflected in the pool of waves  

where the courtyard will be. 

I took the fruit from my table, 

put it on shelves, replaced it 

with bottles of water and a book 

of poems, a towel nested in the arc 

of the glass bowl. I cleared papers 

and ukulele from the path 

to the door, lit candles 

and placed my umbrella, 

one rib bent, fabric fraying, 

on the wood before them.

I prayed for floods. 



Anna’s poetry and prose have appeared in a variety of journals, including Under the RadarWasafiri, and The Interpreter’s House. She is an editor for the literary journal Lighthouse. These poems are taken from her pamphlet Cosmonaut, which explores the (often surreal) experiences of a fictional narrator navigating through unfamiliar spaces.




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