‘First Meetings’ by Helen Mort

  First Meetings after Arseny Tarkovsky   Time came after us, a madman brandishing a razorblade. We’ve got so old even the trees won’t look at us, the cypress twisted like a flame. I watched you take the stairs two at a time. To us, darling, anything might be an anniversary. I raise my glass towards your shadow, disappearing into mine.   (broadcast on BBC … Continue reading ‘First Meetings’ by Helen Mort