Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

I see my face in everything

perhaps this is my biggest flaw

to always be catching glimpses of myself

dishevelled in car windows shop fronts

the bathrooms of restaurants

narcissus is a white nodding flower

I’m just self obsessed I wonder if I stare

hard enough I might metamorphosize

into another girl slender a bushel of

brown hair over my shoulder powdering

myself with flour or laying down sweetly

with a basket of eels or if like her one morning

short of money and love I might push

my apartment windows wide and step out