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Romero’s wife rang him after
He got to New York and said,

How’s the room? What’s the
Food like? Is the job ok? When

Will you be home again? And
Other questions of a similar

Kind rattled down the phone
As Romero lay on the bed with

One hand holding the phone and
The other around the brunette

Who was helping him forget.
The room’s fine, he said, the

Food’s out of this world and
The job’s coming along fine and

I ought to be back home the week
After next. The brunette nibbled

His ear, licked the rim. Joanie
Has the bellyache, Johnny’s gone

And broke your father’s pipe and
The dog’s killed next door's cat, his

Wife said, her voice moaning down
The phone. The brunette felt his crotch,

Her fingers crablike moving in. Joanie
Always has the bellyache so take her

To the docs, give Johnny a thump from
Me, and tell my father to buy a new

Pipe or give up smoking altogether
And tell the neighbours to go buy

Another cat. His wife cried down the
Phone, her sound like a dying mutt.

There there Sweetie Pie, I’ll soon be
Home and then I’ll make it up to you

And get on that little nightdress I bought
You and be ready Honey be ready.

Romero put down the phone, put his
Hands around the brunette’s waist,

Kissed her lips and tits, and watched
The blueness sparkle in her eyes like

A bright star before it burns out and dies.