Ear Colloquy

I hear myself talking to the radio; the shock-jock stops pushing words into my vehicle, a pause, as if he is listening. I don’t get paid for my opinions my place is to be a listener, a non-combatant, just ears and a vast echoing space between them. The dead-air threatens to kill its audience. The broadcaster voice gets louder as his mouth moves closer to the microphone. He knows! He heard my counter-arguments and had no reply! Then the radio signal is lost, static nothing but blaring static, I don’t turn the sound off now the car has to listen only to me as I carry on a heated conversation inside my talking head.