the telephone game
fear travels quickly and causes great pain
things get repeated again and again
if people are talking about your life
words can be shameful when used like a knife
with mind-crackling dread, I'm gripping my head
she said she said s/he said that I had said
that I knew how to "handle" my mother
did that come from you sister or brother?
your mother wasted no time telling mine
at three A.M on the telephone line
crab-ba-babbling is the telephone game
truth gets so twisted little remains
as telephone lines can be like fetters
I never answered your lovely letters*