the world and words of a writer

echo

i still. have
these memories —
(and this world)
in it. i found
a voice (that)
i never he(ar)/d
him and eye
did
not tell any —
one. and that
is how we
survive. it’s how
we get by
when he tells
me to(o) – listen
t —
o (o) — it
loud. a language
the couple
of us. talk
about when
we swallow these
secrets. that
not one
can please (he/a/re).