Sunday Meat

and. there is no me. there is just the barest I: a glow held by a scatter of details. me is of the mirror. me is of the name-badge. me is of the family album. I? I is the turning of eyes in response to the visual. The moving of the head to follow an odor. The moving of the feet through attraction attuned by the earth. I is shaping need; I is need-moved meat; I is the momentary accumulation of a here and now becoming a there and then. I is here and now, there and then, a gone, a was, a coming site of bliss, perhaps