you are skeptical
when she tells you that
she dropped her
phone into
the ocean while
water skiing or
scuba diving,
or hunting a great
white shark
with a spear gun.
you doubt the veracity
of her story,
thinking that she just
didn't feel like
talking. but then
you get a call
and you can hear
a large grouper
on the other end,
making fish noises.
you hear the bubble
of surf and sand,
the crashing of
waves. fins folding
as the grouper swims
and attempts
to say your name.
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