Inner Dialogues
She could not recall when her inner voice
began to narrate her life.
It noted every humdrum happenstance,
each ordinary advent,
as if there were indeed a story unfolding
toward a bold and literary purpose.
Until now the Teller had related her biography,
in a subdued commentary.
Now it openly opined
upon every uninteresting moment.
One day she caught the voice speaking
as a thing apart from her.
She blushed as if she had been discovered
speaking naked behind an invisible microphone.
The voice went on to say that her life
was a going to be an American Masterpiece.
She replied, smiling somewhat smugly,
"carry on."
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