I Talk to You in My Head

I Talk to You in My Head


I talk to you in my head.
In my head you understand everything I said.

We share the same political views.

You know the words “propaganda” and “ideology.”

You’ve read my anarchist critique of minimal state libertarianism,
my defense of eliminative materialism,
my papers on French feminism and Lesbian ethics.

You understand why I hate my mother.

You know the revolution is not imminent,
and the horrid compromises that ensue.

When I’m riding the red line on my way to see your show,
the other passengers see that I’m engaged in passionate conversation
with the voice in my head—the voice that is you.

But when I see you,
I don’t want to talk.
I just want you
to fuck my brains out.