dead zone

the mountain doesn't like it when
i try to call you.
rounding
the rock tongue bend
i always lose your call. watch your voice
turn into a hawk. it goes off
to kill what it must. i know that soon
we will both be living in pockets.
using a shovel to dig
holes in the wall 
to hide our eyes. we see what 
we want to see. we hear
what we want to hear.
i tell you, "i am not alive anymore."
you hear,
"let's get married & kill the moon."
you say,
"i almost became an angel tonight"
& i hear, "let's run away
& eat nothing but syrup." 
the mountain keeps all the words
we do not say to each other 
when the line cuts off. 
"i am just waiting" & "when are you"
& "there was that time 
when we kissed in the belly
of a whale." it turns these sentences 
into garland. white flowers & sometimes
fresh berries. the little decoration
hangs above my door
when i get home. i kill a centipede 
& thumb tac it to the wall
as a warning to the others.
you said you would call back.
you try & try but the cliffs take
every attempt. i hold the phone
like an orphaned shoe. 
my love
where do we go to speak?
i can meet you
at the cave. i can meet you
in a cloud. i know we are not
what we say we are anymore.