THREE POEMS

Good Description

Lord I am such a narcissist—I couldn’teven give a gooddescription, having been thinking onlyof myself and whatin my body was breaking and how unmendablethe break, thinking only ofmyself and with what archaic chargewas I complying, crying over and over no,as though to reduce confusionas to whether I’d given permission,when nobody, for that, would givepermission—I mean onlya true narcissist would expect to be faithfullyobeyed, and Lord Iam such a narcissist—I think I am socharming, so kittenish and cultured,uproarious at parties,enlivening conversations with my extensiveknowledge of strangling,how pressure around a person’s neckwill cause a contact lens to dislodge from the iris,making it hard to see, but that’s not funny,not funny to anyoneexcept the company that slicesand sells the lenses—they never turn downa market for replacements, so at leastsomebody’s smiling, snuggling into a floralchair with a cup of creamof potato, flipping on the moneychannel and watching that profit arrow soar—