Narcissus
We stare into our computer screens –
it is retina display, of course – clearer
than one’s reflection on a still pond.
The image we see of ourselves is sharp
and well defined – in Facebook and Twitter
and Instagram, and all the rest.
Even in the poetry we write and post.
We fall in love with that image,
that reflection we see. We worship
the likeness we …
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