The Lies We Uncover in the Telephone Wires

what secrets 

do the telephone wires know about you that i don’t?

they hang heavy like drapes

drooping under the weight of my suspicions 

whose voice is on the other end?

the one you whisper to 

while you lay next to my ghost 

if i cut them from the pole 

would curled pieces of paper unfurl 

like fortune cookies 

detailing omens of a future 

i’m not a part of 

knowledge is power 

but

ignorance is bliss

pick one.