Frank Turner
Who
the hell is Frank Turner
the
name was on a scrap of paper he found in his deskdrawer when he thought to clean
out its collected detritus its excuses him from having gathered it
fallguy
it was in his
handwriting
wondered why
he pondered better part of the
afternoon went out did yardwork in the
sun worked up a sweat thought
Nope
the encyclopedia wouldnt work
so he went online Googled the
name disturbed that
Google changes proper names from capitalised to lowercase
frank turner
that could be a goodlookin woman
sashaying across the street turning heads
he is “Francis Edward Turner is
an English punk and folk singer-songwriter from Meonstoke, Hampshire.”
immediately recognised his face immediately recalled a coworker
recommended him she rolled her
arm over sixseven inches down from her
wrist an elaborate Celtic tattoo He inspired me to get it. When he does shows
he tries to get a local tattoo.
He has a lot. I don’t.
Not yet. Fuck.
I gotta travel.
Kayla
if he was younger
freckled ruddycomplexion redhead smart as a whip shapely
Do you know what your name means
No.
Does it mean anything?
It does Not like Joe
Irish is an youre part Irish
I am. My Dad.
Irish is an excuse me to all
Hell Ill mispronounce it so Ill spell
it C A O L F H I O N N Wha the fucks with the Irish A harmonious Ill take the dictionarys word for it
a harmonious blend of the Irish caol means slender an fionn meaning fair
Best tell your Dad he did well naming you
she stabbed her toe into the
linoleum
Awshucks, Joe, I will, he’ll
appreciate that.
Maybe he knows how to
say the Irish
Maybe. But then why name me Kayla?
Theres tha Balls in your court kiddo
I ever tell you how much I love
it when you call me kiddo?
No
I do. I really really do.
When are
you going to ask me out?
1245, day-between-2-Ts, 16 10.
24
1155, Thursday,
17 10. 24
Frank Turner The Way I Tend To Be https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cf5O2M5GaEA
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