I & I <br /> <br />I feel sorry for myself. <br />so sorry. <br />because I have a gift <br />for self expression <br />but none <br />for self promotion. <br /> <br />Therefore <br />I spend my genius <br />in a closet. <br />my drawers overflow <br />with an awesome beauty <br /> <br />which <br />(at times) <br />it seems <br />only I <br />can appreciate. <br /> <br />I strive to keep <br />my love affair <br />with myself <br />in perspective: <br /> I achieve great <br /> intimacy <br /> with myself. <br /> I dazzle myself <br /> with my own charisma <br /> <br /> and then I <br /> walk out <br /> in the <br /> light of day <br /> and see <br /> I am <br /> no more heavenly <br /> than the sun, <br /> the moon, <br /> or a billion <br /> other <br /> celestial bodies. <br /> <br />I tell myself, <br />In the harsh light of day, <br />that we can’t go on <br />this way, <br />I and I, <br />that it can go <br />no place good. <br />that my self-worship <br />exceeds <br />reason. <br /> <br />And then, <br />the next time <br />I <br />rendezvous <br />with myself <br /> <br />we <br />start up <br />all over again. <br /> <br />I find myself <br />infinitely <br /> charming <br /> sensible <br /> unreasonable <br /> repulsive, <br /> comforting, <br /> frightening, <br /> brilliant, <br /> stupid. <br /> <br />I crave my company, <br />and when, <br />for a time, <br />we leave each other <br /> <br />I think constantly <br />of myself <br />and yearn <br />to return <br />to myself. <br /> <br />Yet <br />when I see myself <br />approach <br />after <br />a long absence <br />my presence <br />is <br />so beautiful <br />I become <br />coy <br /> <br />and pretend <br />that reunions <br />such as ours <br />are merely <br />everyday <br /> miracles.<br /><br />Percy Dovetonsils<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-i/
