I Wish

Wish I’d met you

Wish I could forget you

Wish your signal wouldn’t persist

Wish I knew if you were married,

Or free instead to receive me
Wish, wish, wish

I’ve been everywhere; a disbelieving whore

Psychics, clairvoyants, mediums, even a shaman

I lied to a Methodist, went along with a Spiritualist, then
I went against my faith for a Priest;

I asked for release

He said, “Woman, plead and fast. Then, wait and see.”

I don’t need wishbone

I need backbone

Pray for me.