You say I’m a narcissist

The Internet diagnosis

Inattentive to spacial geometry cannot

Think outside the

Box

What box

There is no box to contain the dimensions of

My Cyclopean brain my verbal grandiosity like

Those addict racist depressive paranoids Lovecraft and

Poe

Those bipolar poets afflicted with

Verse

They call clang

Hip hop freight train in the head that

Voice that lives on the page that

Inchoate lust not the devil not delusion but

Something bigger than me

You say I'm a narcissist

No algorithm can compute this

Non Euclidean brain

This dance between contradictory hemispheres

I can't count triangles

But do you know what extra dimensions live inside me do you know what multiple perspectives I navigate every day

Am I a Narcissist because I had to wrestle a

Self from doctors and preachers and exes and hexes and witches and feminists and sexists and

If you call me a Narcissist I could tell you

I'm actually Echo a dissolved girl lost in longing pined to atoms

I could tell you I'm the aftermath

Washed up on the beach in a Fellini film

I could tell you I have been shattered into a thousand and one nights told by Anais Nin

I could tell you

But you would never understand