j’adore myself

(turn sideways if reading on your phone or tablet)

Supine—tummy tucked,

massaging the bladder (breathe in, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold…)

Falcons overhead circle frantic pests, swirling shadows onto the thirty-

fourth page of Sartre, whose ignored words patiently await

parked attention.

Existentialism in hand, Francophonic idolatry, c-

tailed continuum somehow never familiar enough

for memory—nuance D’Americana, shadow nation finely

tempered, charcoal gray matter has to say at least this much(!?):

Deafness unseen, I

forgive only myself—

silently becoming

nobody’s pen pal.

Vultures mistake defeated limpness for rot, pass at petrified

limbs—locked: recreational paralysis. Phased out eccentric,

snowballing

n-

n-

n-

n-

narcissism,

yet another celebrity pet novella—

carbonated charlatan filtering life through lens

gone flat—these lingering relics yearn to refresh.