RUDY PARK daily comics by Darrin Bell

How do I love me? Let me count the ways.
I love me to the depth and breadth and height
My phone can reach, when taking a selfie.
For the ends of being and ideal me.
I love me to the level of batt’ry life
If quietly extended by Mophie.
I love me freely, as men strive for right.
I love me purely, as they turn from praise.
I love me with the passion meant for Yelp
Reviews about really cool restaurants.
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love me with a love I seemed to lose
When Atari died. I love me with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if Steve Jobs choose,
I shall but love me better after I crash and reboot.

-Rudy Park, to himself, on the occasion of his birthaversary