I find it interesting

I find it interesting

What?

How we always seem to find

Time for conversation

When we come in here.

Sitting down

Gives us a quiet time to reflect,

It’s not a bad thing.

No, but do you suppose

Other people would think it so?

What?

Think we are a bit strange

Multiple voices

Conversing silently

Secretly.

Sometimes our thoughts

Are all we have.

We do speak out loud

I’m doing it now.

No

No what?

You speak aloud,

You never let the rest of us speak

Especially me.

What are you doing out of your box?

See what I mean?

And you keep trying to pretend

That you are inclusive

When all you do is deny me a voice.

Yes, but you are judgmental

Loud and insensitive.

And there it is,

That’s the problem with bigotry

We never see it in ourselves.

I’m not sure that’s true

No, and me neither.

I am nothing if not aware

Of the need to listen

To my inner voices.

Yes, just so long as they

Doesn’t ruin your opinion

Of yourself.

Get away with you.

Do you suppose

This is normal?

Of course it is.

Does it mean we are neurodiverse?

Maybe we have

Dissociative Identity Disorder

Piffle.

We are all neurodiverse

To some extent.

There are people

Who would take offence with that

Simplification

Everybody’s different

With different connections

And entanglements.

Beware the person who says

That they’re not.

Yes,

The person you need to be afraid of

Is the guy-

Does it have to be a guy?

Well not always

But in this case

You asked, and you’re a guy

Yes, but you’re my feminine side.

I’m so pleased you noticed-

Oh come on

Less of that

You were saying?

Ah yes,

The person you should be scared of

Is the guy who needs to say

That he’s the only sane person

In the room.

Do people say that?

Not often

But when they do

Take the hint

Leave.

Speaking of-

Speaking of what?

It’s time to go

Back out there

Where we three become one.

We are never one

True.

Sometimes we are

Four

Five-six

Okay,

I’m not counting.

She’s not here, though

Maybe she is

Not out there

But in here

A little bit

In a spiritual kind of way.

I am always here

And when I am

I can speak for myself

It is my job

To remind you of love

And to be the glue

That keeps you all connected

Where else would I be

Ah!

I don’t believe in the afterlife

Yes I know

Keep telling yourself that

And don’t forget to wash your hands.