she calls me
on her phone, she sounds
scared.
desperate.
please, she says, come
help me.
i'm in it again.
come quickly.
where are you, I ask,
looking
at my watch.
you know, she says, where
i'm always at
when I call you at times
like this.
i'm in quicksand.
i'm sinking, i'm going down,
bring rope, come fast.
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