Plugs

The receiver does just that.
I can hear myself breath if I do so hard enough.
It's tough,
mustering up the courage to pick up the phone,
to muscle through the dial tone
and hope that when they pick up,
They happen to be home.
If I press the digits with mine
the man with all the cords and knobs
who plugs and prods
all day
can make it so you hear me whisper,
From miles and miles away.