Arts and Crafts


There is nowhere to hide.
I know that really,
but as I talk to you
about whether your chameleon
would prefer butterflies or stars,
I wonder at my own gift for camouflage.
How right now in this moment,
nobody looking at me could see
the colour of my fear, could know
how well hidden I am
in the ordinary pleasure
of cutting up pieces of paper.
The joy you take in smearing glue,
sticking eyes on, making a tortoise
whose shell is magnificent and brave.


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