I GET WEAK IN MY KNEES
For her sixtteenth birthday he gave her an English dictionary and together they learned the words.
What's this? he'd ask. Tracing his index finger around her ankle, and she'd look it up.
And this? He'd ask, kissing her elbow. Elbow! What kind of word is that? And then he licked it, making
her giggle. What about this? he asked, touching the soft skin behind her ear. I don't know, she said, turning
off the flashlight and rolling over, with a sigh, onto her back. When they were seventeen they made love for
the first time, on a bed of straw in a shed. Later - when things happend that they could never have imagined -
she wrote him a letter that said: When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?
What's this? he'd ask. Tracing his index finger around her ankle, and she'd look it up.
And this? He'd ask, kissing her elbow. Elbow! What kind of word is that? And then he licked it, making
her giggle. What about this? he asked, touching the soft skin behind her ear. I don't know, she said, turning
off the flashlight and rolling over, with a sigh, onto her back. When they were seventeen they made love for
the first time, on a bed of straw in a shed. Later - when things happend that they could never have imagined -
she wrote him a letter that said: When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?
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