Butterflies… #OctPoWriMo Day 6

Written for: “OctPoWriMo” prompt

—

It’s my date,

With a beautiful girl,

I try to forecast my fate,

My thoughts whirl,

Butterflies

* * *

It’s my interview,

My palms feel the sweat,

The job, the anxiety, all new,

Stomach feels upset,

Butterflies

* * *

I am at work,

I call mom, three times,

She doesn’t answer, feel of murk,

She picks and I hear chimes,

Butterflies

* * *

I plan to buy,

A car already in my mind,

Someone I tell lets out a sigh,

Was the decision blind?

Butterflies

—–

— @pbkulkarni