There are search planes flying overhead tonight,

What’s there to find in Montvale, New Jersey?

There is, I suppose, that elderly man with two braids in his beard

But isn’t he in the phone book?

…

One day when I have the money

I will send searchlights through the sky to locate

The Root of the Problem.

…

In the meantime I’m in high school

And there are four girls with a collective crush

On one boy.

…

I am one of these girls and I’ve observed

The camaraderie among us. 

How we smirk. How each of us would be

Satisfied if another got this boy

Up against a wall and kissed him.

…

And there’s nothing remarkable about

This boy. He’s smart but simplistic and more than a little bit

Filiopietistic. Still I’m playing hide and seek

With three girls and a boy because there’s something

About this sisterhood that finds me

And defines me.