locked knees

i took french in high school so somehow i always want to say your name, i don't know, more romantically.  but you and i both know how that ends up; me, big-teary-eyed, holding a small knife - tiny drops of my own blood and you confused and biting your fingernails.  they never mentioned this in french class.


1 comment:

rollerfink said...

Jean-Paul est dans le jardin