By the guppy
Date: 19 October 2000

another to boot

i sat with the phone to my ear
"if you'd like to make a call..."
forget about your fear
i forgot about mine
dialed your number
cleared my throat
heard his voice say "hello"
that's when i choked
i asked for someone else
and hung up

i walked out of my room
stood in the door
completely forgot
what i was looking for
thought it was you
maybe it's not
there's got to be someone
who hasn't forgotten my name
or my number
she calls in my slumber
never leaves messages on the machine
guess i know what she means
anyway
it's luck that puts us in corners
with slow-drying paint all around
makes us faint at the sound
of "how was your day?"
and "i'd really like to see you tonight
at the usual time"
why am i standing here looking for something
i think that i need
but i've gotten along pretty decently so far
so, maybe i don't need it as much as i feel anyway?
i don't really know if that's a question
but i'm asking it
so it must be
i'm a master of run-on thoughts some days
and now i'm sick of this doorway

think i'll sit on the couch
arrange floral arguments for a spell
i think i feel alright now
but it's kinda hard to tell
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