By Terese Coe
I was the spy who came in from the cold
and you were the cold, my dear.
One day timid and one day bold,
and never distinguishing courage from fear.
Terese Coe’s poems, translations, and prose appear in Cyphers, Poetry, Threepenny Review, the TLS, and many other publications. Her collection Shot Silk was shortlisted for the 2017 Poets Prize, and her poem, “More” was heli-dropped across London for the 2012 Olympics’ Rain of Poems. Terese lives in New York, in the U.S.
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