her address on a napkin

it took years,

decades

to finally take her number

out of my wallet.

she wrote it down

in a Georgetown bar

on a white napkin.

it was 1980.

she drew a crude map

of where she

lived with her parents,

her brothers

and sister.

i found her house with it.

the arrows pressed down

in blue ink,

as to where to turn.

it wasn't love.

just fun.

just fun.

but it still took years

to throw it

away.

finally, at least with her,

i was done.