“Reflexive, Reflected, Rhymed”
9:05 AM 4/1/2011

I must love myself
Too much
To let myself
Do this
To myself
Or maybe it isn’t
Love so much as hate
It works just about
The same

Too much
Too late
Too soon
Too great

I launch myself
Into a realm
Of fantasy
I made myself
I see myself
In myself

Too large
Too much
Too long
Too late

I feel rejected
By myself
I feel molested
By myself
I even rhyme
With myself

I am reflected
In all the things
I love
I hate
I take joy in
Or break
I touch
Or refrain