Appointments

With timid hands and a steady voice

I reached into my purse with ease

Without fumbling I found the card
That would prove my innocence 

I placed it gingerly in front of you

Watched you glance it over and grimace

I'm sorry I was wrong and mistaken

But I didn't not lie about that

Not that

I'm a liar, yes I admit to you

I am not proud of the resemblance

I'm not sure why when accused of lying

I get so upset when I wasn't at all

I just know when you looked at the card

With eleven thirty written clearly

I felt my heart escape my chest

Slithering down to my shoe

And die