Achari!

Every story about everyone is about me.
I am a Jesus and I am Judas. I am Pan, Narcissus, Echo.
I look for myself in the world like this
As Mother Earth was silent along with God,
The great God Pan: dead. And like I said—Echo.
It means I do silly things for attention;

It means no one understands what I mean
As Earth said and God didn’t: I spoke into the void.
I talk to myself now instead along with the rest
Of the planet, half thinking me Pan, oddly,
And half thinking me mad. Either way
I have created another myth; it is exactly

The same as every other myth depending
Which day it is, who reads it, how
Much of a new world they need:
I am a jailer, a free spirit, a mirror;
Go play on the motorway doing silly things for…
I also eat alone

Writing poems for myself
In restaurants—stories, myths. I dress as Pan
(I don’t) I have déjà vu (I do) but
Release myself onto the world (I do) with every
Story (food
Is here) a means to be seen.