My first love poem --well, the first to a boy
that needed to be in secret --hid my love
in a cage. Cliche after cliche, singing.
I didn't stop until I had whole aviaries, love
coiming out, everywhere and relentless.
I never thought it was Love, just
love , in a simple way that was safe
and easy to say because it meant nothing.
It wasn't long before I learned who not to say it to
and who not to feel it for, who not to write about
because if you give it wings, it wants to fly away.
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