What is the tone of this poem and who is the speaker? How do you know?



My life was the size of my life.


Its rooms were room-sized,


its soul was the size of a soul.


In its background, mitochondria hummed,


above it sun, clouds, snow,


the transit of stars and planets.


It rode elevators, bullet trains,


various airplanes, a donkey.


It wore socks, shirts, its own ears and nose.


It ate, it slept, it opened


and closed its hands, its windows.


Others, I know, had lives larger.


Others, I know, had lives shorter.


The depth of lives, too, is different.


There were times my life and I made jokes together.


There were times we made bread.


Once, I grew moody and distant.


I told my life I would like some time,


I would like to try seeing others.


In a week, my empty suitcase and I returned.


I was hungry, then, and my life,


my life, too, was hungry, we could not keep


our hands off our clothes on


our tongues from