Self-Portrait as a Circle

Like
For Like
Following 

My followers
Opinion
Accumulating

Favourites
Suggestions
Based on

My preferences
To date
My cache

Is as clear
As my conscience
A site

Of incitement
To hope
I share

A belief
In refreshing
The present

I pin
A safety pin
To (((        )))

GRAVY

The new vogue
Of looking out the window
Can be likened
To the old vogue for views
Without being too obtuse

As gravy is to the roast potato
So it must be
To the chip and soon
To the twice-fried fries
They no longer serve as a side

Saying this to myself
And you
Is the admission of nothing
For nothing
A trade in senseless deficit

Of course
Looking in through the aperture
Of my own reflection
The vessel rests
Neither ruined nor complete

On your lips
The only decision lingers
Either itch or ache
As if words were a recipe
For Elizabeth Bishop