I’m afraid

I’m afraid to pick up my phone.

Those words
PLEASE, HELP ME

are a feeble squeak;
a mouse under metal.

I’m afraid to pick up my phone
and hear nothing at all,
something that can’t speak.

A baby hungry for milk
or gasping for air.

I’m afraid if it’s too quiet
I’ll be able to see it—
a koi fish that opens
and closes its mouth,
drying out in the sun.

The starvation won’t kill it.
It needs to be tossed back
into water so it can breathe.

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