Talking to Myself

In the woods
Around China lake

When I tell myself
The things I already know
I’m talking to you.
The friends I haven’t met,
The stranger on the bus
Who’s willing to listen
I tell you in conversation form
My childhood stories, and
The travel tales from the 90s.
I tell you of the pedal mashing
Moments
Fast downhill
Car dodging
Oil spot skidding
The long ones
For no other reason
Than because.

K. Shawn Edgar | Gyoza | Bone Machine | NIGHT KICKER

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