I like the hour before
a first date. Rushing to
finalize a restaurant, the right mix
of easygoing and classy, not unlike my outfit.
The same denim skirt because it never fails
and he’s never seen it before in any case.
A daze of excitement and panic even though
I have plenty of time, but
what if the train runs late,
what if it rains
what if I forget his name
what if the food isn’t great,
what if he’s lame,
what if I say too much
what if he does the same?
