Me, Myself
No other topic so enthralling As myself, or so my mind Declares when I again am falling Swiftly to another kind Of smooth seduction—not my face, Nor yet some beauty of my soul, But fascination with the case Of loved dysfunction, which I dole In measured doses to my hand —delicious morsels to my fist— And devour as precious contraband: Me, Myself, the Narcissist. July 24, 2006 Austin, Texas Age 25 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.