Do I make myself prettier by admiring myself?
Self-love is alluring.
Self-love is alluring.
But I can’t make myself funnier
by laughing at myself,
right?—self-comedy is boring.
I take pictures of myself in briefs,
right?—self-comedy is boring.
I take pictures of myself in briefs,
and they fail to make you laugh.
But I’ll go self-whoring
and you won’t have to watch me admiring myself,
But I’ll go self-whoring
and you won’t have to watch me admiring myself,
reminding myself
of Gustav Aschenbach in Death in Venice
(the Grand Canal’s no river anyway,
of Gustav Aschenbach in Death in Venice
(the Grand Canal’s no river anyway,
with its dank plaguey mists),
that pretty boy Gus loved so achingly
drowning in oily water while he strutted in his briefs.
that pretty boy Gus loved so achingly
drowning in oily water while he strutted in his briefs.
No, my love for you is mainly
empathy
with your own feelings
about yourself.
Self-love is alluring.
with your own feelings
about yourself.
Self-love is alluring.
