Isadora is a narcissist.
“Me, me, me, me, me, me,”
she bubbles. She’s pretending
to practice her scales.
I tell her “your only scales
are on the outside of your body.”
After that she stops singing.

Isadora is a narcissist.
“Me, me, me, me, me, me,”
she bubbles. She’s pretending
to practice her scales.
I tell her “your only scales
are on the outside of your body.”
After that she stops singing.