Its starting all over again...
High school through an observers eyes.
She is a teenage tourniquet, pulling ever tighter on my troubled heart. And I love her.
Previously published in Bad Poetry Quarterly, 2004.
Previously published in First Time, Edition 48, April 2005.
Previously published in Carillon, Issue 9, March 2004.
I'm sorry for waxing lyrical over this,
But if you thought I wouldn't,
Then you don't know me very well,
All these things you're saying?
They strike a chord of fear with me,
Kirsten wakes up in Lucknow
Ben and Kirsten arrive in Lucknow