When they called
there was only one question
they wanted answered,
though they always asked it
in different ways.
Did he love me?
Does he love me?
Will he love me?
Sometimes they spoke of jobs
of houses, of children and family,
but these were nothing
but a backdrop against which
this horde of lonely, faceless women
propped up a mannequin of longing.
I spent several years as a phone psychic, reading tarot cards for people. In the end, there was only one thing 95% of them wanted to know.
