In The Extreme Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Appreciation of self, the guru says, is the beginning
of everything, with scratches on arms and headache
from too much sun and imprisoned in the kitchen by
kids usurping my TV and dad using the big TV to play
his cell-phone music while watching images of lions
killing everything from giraffes to baby elephants on
Nat GeoWild, I'm trying to work up appreciation for
myself: the only way to go is to take a bath and soak
the headache away, appreciation of creature comforts
is all I can think of, now my left arm hurts - the cells
know what to do and I'm supposed to help them with
neck and back exercise; appreciating life experienced
through the medium of me as a prism is difficult in the
extreme right now…