she said , then slammed the door behind her.
I called the next day, texted, no answer,
she might have been serious this time.
I began to worry. Like everybody anger and passion
takes hold of me and I say things I later regret,
I drove by her trailer , hourly for the next week.
Then I met Vicki by the bananas in the grocery.
We made a fruit salad, as a way to get to know each other.
I forgot forever, **** I can't remember her name.
Nor her number.