She thinks of her "me-ness".
How it is often appropriated and replicated, or refused outright by others.
She thinks if she could create and put useful things back into the world, rather than tap tap tapping on a touch-screen or keyboard, that she'd feel a little less upset about that.
She'd say, "Here, there's plenty of Me to go around; here's some for you and some for the birds and some for the babies and some for the wind and some for the sun. What luck, there's some left for me, too."
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
ReplyDeleteAnd what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.