she calls me from
a pay phone, the last
one on the boulevard
and tells me that she's
open for business,
twenty four seven.
the light is always
on. the front door
is unlocked, i'll
never be alone,
or without someone
to call my own. i'm
that lonely, that
desparate that i'll
even see you again
if you bring me
flowers and chocolate
and a nice gold or
silver necklace
or pin. i'm in my
easy stage, my middle
years, my fearful
period of time when
i feel that i'm
being left so far
behind. even my
cat is old, the
dog gone, long gone.
and i still look
good with or without
my clothes on, so
spread the word,
i'm good to go, i'm
ready and willing.
strike up the band
start the show. i'm
ringing the dinner
bell. come and get it.
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