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the caller
he screams
you
the receiver
listen
i sit across from you
i cannot string together
my own mind
the noise level
it is too high
the tone
too pitched
the tension
i can cut it
still
it is there
your skin flares
and red
like an alarm
crawls up your neck
into your face
your eyes close
your head sinks
you bristle
rigid
your voice responds
