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Subject, Verb, Object

I is not ego, not the sum

of your unique experiences,

just, democratically,

whoever’s talking,

a kind of motel room,

yours till the end—

that is, of the sentence.

The language, actually,

doesn’t think I’s important,

stressing, even in

grandiose utterance—

e.g., I came

I saw I conquered—

the other syllables.

Oh, it’s a technical problem,

sure, the rhyme

on oh-so-open

lie, cry, I,

harder to stitch tight

than the ozone

hole in the sky.

But worst is its plodding insistence—

I, I, I—

somebody huffing uphill,

face red as a Stop sign,

scared by a doctor

or some He She It

surprised in the mirror.