By alison
Date: 24 March 1999

sorry wrong number

giddy 
with fireflies 
dancing in my head
i try to remember 
the last time i felt this way. 

worried about 
first impressions 
(and not spilling 
spaghetti 
on my shirt
while i have 
spinach
in my teeth)
i cross my fingers 
hoping that i'll be as 
witty and alluring, 
with lipstick pursed mouth 
and sleek black pants,
as he said i was 
last night.

he took the 
cliche cocktail napkin 
home with my phone number
then forgot my name
(no you must have 
the wrong number - 
this is alison 
not amanda)
but i let it slide
because he remembered to call. 

giddy 
with fireflies 
dancing in my head
i pull on my jeans
load on the chapstick 
and try to remember 
the last time i felt this way.