she knew your name

at the end

of the day, as a young boy,

you stood

at your bureau

and emptied your pockets.

out came

the pen knife, your

lucky rabbit's foot

with a key

attached,

spare change, a folded

one dollar bill

that you've had

since last summer.

there's a quartz rock

you picked

up along the way.

a pack of gum,

and a phone number

on a slip

of paper

from the girl you met at

the playground

who strangely knew

your name.