age: five
Audrey watches James,
James watches Anjelique.
It had only been seven days
when he met her last week.
He used to be so confident
and now he's just nervous.
As to what she couldn't ponder
but then it got obvious.
He seems to contemplate
before he finally nudges her,
whispering something funny
which she only heard as a blur.
She laughs at his jokes
and twirls her blonde hair
while she sits behind them
suddenly all too aware.
She wants to tap James
and tell him, "Hey, I'm still here."
But what good use was it
when she was at the rear?
Talk shifted to drawings
and she showed him squares,
circles, and triangles,
that were, in fact, not very rare.
But she used to show him sketches
of the very same things,
yet he hadn't look so interested
as when he saw her drawings.
And it did hurt to see
where their years of friendship had gone.
It no doubt flew out the window
as soon as he saw this one.
They are sitting in front
and talking to each other;
when one week before
in her place had been her.
Now Audrey watches James,
James watches Anjelique.
Audrey hates triangles,
and James loves obliques.
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dedication: for rhodes_,
because i fail to see how this would be possible without her and her amazing stories..
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Triangles
PoetryAudrey likes James, James likes Anjelique. Audrey hates triangles, James loves obliques. copyright © eliza. april twenty-fifteen.