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The question was;

“Do you ever talk to yourself out-loud?”

I pause…and say – “No. I do not.”

I stand at the window talking to you,
As the dishes are scrubbed within an inch of their life.

When sliding the back bags into their hard-shelled retirement home,
I find myself smiling, explaining some extremely pertinent fact
Regarding a mutual saga, that you should know of.

Scraping the greasy gunk from the oven walls,
I give the scourer a cursive, dirty glance,
And say something outrageous that makes you laugh so much,
You let out a large, resounding, snort.

From forty odd miles away.

From the other side of the universe.

Because I do not talk to myself ever.

I talk to you.