“How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping - and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake- and talking to one another in the waking state?” -Plato, “When a writer talks about his work- he's talking about a love affair.” -Alfred Kazin, Chunering away, Happy Talk, I feel you Within my mind, Just nod if you can hear me, Talk about a star looking like a toy peeking through the branches of a tree, The funniest farm
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.