Talking To Myself I'D Rather Do Privately Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Look.

'At what? '

Into my eyes.
Are we not in conversation.

'I guess we are.'

You don't know?

'Why do I have to look into your eyes? '

I need to know the side and back of your head,
Has a face.
Somehow that's the way I communicate.

'I can hear you.'

And you expect me to want to listen to you?
Why do you have to look away,
To then say something you expect me to hear?

'You're not the only one I can talk to.'

Apparently not.
And I can see this is true.
But talking to myself I'd rather do privately.
You all enjoy your conversation.