Like a map of where to go
the words are drawn out before me
over a vast plane only slightly crumpled.

But your voice kicks me to the moon
and the planned words evaporate
into a blue ooze that numbs my tongue
and twists it to form sentences and questions
I never intended to say aloud.
And my mind is not quick enough
to trap them because it got lost
some time between the second ring
and the sound of your hello.