Fiction-The Lucksmiths

[00:01.650]Written down here,gentle reader [00:03.60]It seems too good to be true [00:09.180]But there ’s a girl in Kansas City [00:13.390]With my favourite tattoo [00:15.950]Oh why would I lie to you? [00:45.539]This was in another century [00:48.299]Somewhere near the summer ’s end [00:53.109]The fahrenheit was frightening [00:56.769]I was awake the whole weekend [01:00.779]Invited to a barbecue [01:06.989]I found refuge in the kitchen [01:11.179]Discussing post-war US literature [01:16.539]With a girl whose upper arm read “fiction ” [01:20.199]Like it might have been typewritten [01:50.39]I asked her its significance [01:51.409]She said she sometimes took reminding [01:55.749]What she wanted to be doing [01:58.979]Whether reading it or writing [02:04.529]I admitted admiration [02:06.349]For both typeface and intent [02:13.989]And said more softly —sotto voce — [02:18.59]I knew too well what she meant [02:22.909]She just smiled [02:24.359]And in a while she went [02:32.109]For a time I forgot this ever took place [02:38.829]She left her bottle on the bookcase [03:33.769]So though I leave you little option [03:36.199]But to take me at my word [03:40.389]I assure you,dearest listener [03:42.529]That it happened as you ’ve heard [03:48.759]A beer left on a bookshelf [03:54.509]At a bygone barbecue [03:57.369]By a girl from Kansas City [03:59.449]With my favourite tattoo [04:02.89]Oh why would I lie to you? [04:14.479]Oh why would I lie to you? [04:23.799]Oh why would I lie?