Imaginary conversations

by Tauna Jean

I can take me to places
I usually can’t find
I can slip in the window
Of any locked mind

I can sip heavy liquor
With pirates on ships
I can bathe with poets
And hear art from their lips

I can solve great riddles
When no one else knows
The answers are screamed
Like the songs of crows

I confess to sins
I never committed
I lie to hear silence
And never admit it

I converse with great minds
Inside of my own
I lick at their wisdom
Like an ice cream cone

I feed my hunger
And satisfy thirst
With conversations imagined
In comfortable verse