He said I was giddy,
calmed me right down.
The boy didn't want his picture taken,
but I was done talking.

I told him to watch the band,
"Drink your beer and let's pretend
I'm not here."

Jennifer, with her red hair and a red straw,
asked where I was hiding my personality.
Her fiance of four years assumed
I would need another drink.
So I thanked him.

But when his hands get near me,
my legs shake.
I guess
I get giddy.

I had to break myself away from
whatever he was saying to
take a deep breath and
shut up for a second.

He said I was intense, so I
appologized and chewed hard
on the ice, sucking every last bit
out of a sixteen dollar margarita.

I took the comment, with one more swallow.
I put a kick in my step,
when nobody was watching.
Just stirring my chai in a frenzy.

I fell asleep to the sound
of eggshells breaking.

11/02/2005

Posted on 11/03/2005
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