Secrets Shared

He acts as though secrets can be shared like sweets.

But I hardly know him.

Not sure I can trust him.

I mean, I don’t trust anyone,

usually,

and definitely not with stuff about him:

Terry the terrible.

Terry the terrier.

Terry the twat.

‘You can talking with me,’ Nicu says.

And for some reason

I know he’ll be good at keeping secrets

so I start to speak.

But I can’t tell him everything.