You made a joke about a jinx.
"Knock on wood!" you scream.
Our hand gripping for the plastic near your dash board. You pulled the car over, and you made me get out to knock on the wood of the electrical lines.
It was 110 degrees outside. I was wearing no shoes. I never told you the cement burned my feet.
YOU ARE READING
1, 196 miles & 19 hours away
PoetryMy best friend wrote a college essay about me, and this is me writing a book to one up her.
