I was inbound on the Orange Line last night because I had cut myself cooking and needed stitches. I was trying to catch your eye but you seemed to be avoiding looking my way… probably because I had a blood soaked T shirt wrapped around my hand. You had really cute heels on, but not the kind that zip up the back. I wish those would go out of style already.
I got questioned by a transit police officer at Ruggles because apparently, there had been a knife fight somewhere in the area. I explained to the officer that I was quartering a chicken for Coq A Vin and slipped when my cat Skittles jumped off of the ‘fridge onto my head. He finally let me go when I showed him the bits of bouquet garni that had stuck to my hand because Skittles flipped the bundle of herbs at me when he landed on the counter. In retrospect, I should have just sprung for the cab fare.
Anyway, I hope you read this.
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