In a phone booth

lonely city girl needs a friend

a well-invested quarter

paid words

talking about the nonexistent hero-man

the verbal reflector of my thoughts

that frightened hypocrite

who pretends to understand me

cooing words of admiration

and acceptance for neurotic women.

And she is on the line

soothing the mad sister

And if chicks had dicks

and crisp little shells of nuts

I would love her more than you.