a tape of your voice — the last time you spoke of the war — the empty spaces — silence recorded somewhere — what did you see — ?
men on the square waiting their turn — your mother — your sister in the barn — your father — two brothers — cousins — you ran to the caves — a young girl, her braids blown off by —
You wouldn’t tell me what you saw on the planet made of stone. You wouldn’t tell me what you’d heard about secret kings, why they wouldn’t let go. I was worried they’d put a chokehold on you —
But then you told me, easily. Instead of waiting for the taxi, we dove into the black ocean toward the island with the whales. You…