Like you,
I mostly talk to myself,
sensible in sunlight,
weirder in moonlight,
all day one long tête-à-tête
one head with two voices,
both of them mine.
Surprisingly,
I don’t know what these voices will say until they say it.
You’d think I would know for obvious reasons, but I don’t.
I overhear what voice-1 says to voice-2
and what voice-2 says back.
Frequently they gossip about me.
Or as they call it:
“making behavioral assessments’.
I wonder if they know I’m listening?
I think they do.
But they never change the subject to spare me
their reminders of my imperfections.
Each day I like to talk to someone else.
Fewer surprises. Better manners.
And,
best of all, they are polite and keep
their ethical appraisals to themselves.