A Reverse Chronological Portrait Written by a Young Girl
VI/VIII
Monday, September 7
Curious, I took him in by spoonfuls
His fatal fingers transfixed my French braid
My pleated skirt
My alphabetically arranged note cards
I didn’t even notice
Curious, I took him in by spoonfuls
His fatal fingers transfixed my French braid
My pleated skirt
My alphabetically arranged note cards
I didn’t even notice