somewhere, i know i wrote
the number
down.
saved it
in ink on the back of an
envelope.
it's where i keep
all my important
notes.
i search the table,
the drawers,
i shake the pockets
out of the three
pairs of pants that are lying
on the floor.
it's not taped to the fridge,
it's not in
the trash bins,
it's nowhere
to be found.
maybe she'll call back.
maybe,
tonight, or in the morning.
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