Don’t Hang Up

Don’t hang up,
I’m not a heckler.

I NEED your help
but I can’t tell you my name.

I’m in a phone booth
while mom buys groceries,
so I won’t take long.

I heard your talk show
and I’m scared. Last summer,
when I was just thirteen,
I balled with a guy
I met at the bus station.

Now I’ve got these purple spots
all down my stomach.
I drink five shakes a day
and I have lost fifteen pounds
in just three months!

I’m afraid to go to our doctor
cause he’s my dad.
He’d beat the shit out of me
for liking guys.

Can you tell me somebody else
to call?

Cripes! Here comes mom. Bye!