Who Is I

One person in a meeting
Asks this of another one
Who spoke somewhere in the room

But sounded disembodied.
Without bodies, anyone
Speaking English could be I.

No matter how old this news,
It still remains unsettling.
No matter how many times,

How easily, you say it,
How swiftly you tap it out,
Your I alone’s never you.

That I, anyone could use,
Narrow door all souls slot through.