The First Lie

Dec 10, 13 10:52 PM

Author Justin Categories Love, Poetry Tags love, poems

I’m the little toy you’ll shatter,
the garden with miraculous
hiding places. You dart in and out
just to be half-found.

I’m the wind that sings in Braille,
your own shadow getting longer,
the beautiful holes that whimper
in your brain.

– Jo Shapcott

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