calling souls from an early afternoon pay phone prayer

Where do you go sometimes? It puzzles me.

Shouldn't I be able to keep your secret for you, since it does belong to me too?

Because what if unthawing is never a possibility,

And the capacity for denial folds down into itself until the layers are impossible to separate,

As deep as the bluegrass lexicon lake

We read about while we sleep, imagining permanent shore vacations,

Pale skin and the ghost friends who swallow simplicity and forget how to goodbye.