The Echo

Do you remember how when you were a child
In a cavernous space
You would say “echo”
To test the echo?
That was what you would say
“Echo”

Now when I speak into space
It’s usually a selfish prayer of some kind

Oh blank noise
Let me die with my mystery intact









Nate Maxson is a writer and performance artist. The author of several collections of poetry, he lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He is always several more years of school or several shots of whiskey away from being a very irresponsible psychologist.