Am I? Are you? Are we?

What does it mean to be alive?

Is it a race thing? A sex thing?

An age thing? In that order?

Add place on in the space between race

And sex and you have a human?

No, you are forgetting Time.

Time keeps pace with all those

And throws in a few tricks of

The light. The lights.

I’m not friends with you on Facebook

This means you have me as I am now and not via the tracks I have taken and

The dust that’s fallen on former versions of myself, hanging up in

The gallery that is my life , is me,
My curation

My soul’s memories of myself and others and

I envy myself, the places I have been and the fun I have known – never alone, never unhappy,

Never a crooked smile, unless I request my deleted items be undeleted