how can i help myself

from writing about desire?

it’s all i think about

my soul’s obsession.

and i feel the accusations

“narcissist”  “you can’t transcend

your ancestors, your peers, your past.

they define you.”

their voices seem deafening;

at times mine joins in;

but whether from desperation or stupidity

i must arise

i must persist

i must feed the hunger

god help me

i don’t know how this ends.