self depreciation all day.
on the other end of the
spectrum (of my self-centeredness)
i have been stopped by people
who have nothing more to say
than

you're beautiful.

hell-o, cloud cover-ing my
embarrassment. this vessel,
hovercraft named LonelyCrusin'
is here to pick up my mania, my
loveliness.

strangers left with a beautiful ****;
not a beautiful person but

an avoidable disaster. my little soul,
the hedonist. blanket the word
solipsism —

4†, superhero. i am not
my name + technology; i
am not my face + a mouth
full of *****.

maybe i am. i don't care.

you will come to my house, already
boiling (your arousal
smells like herbal tea)

and i will be in the tub
with music on loud. i
will ignore you until i dissolve
into the weak solution i am.

† the act in which i
refuse yet
again the
image of another. give
myself to myself and only i can lose.