Not One

Not one pixel of my monitor
Ever announces itself.
Ever calls me names.
No matter which image appears.

Not one friend has ever said,
You are the worst thing you can imagine.
My clothes are happy to be on my back.
My food is content to be ground to dust.

From where does this idea come:
That whatever we've been
Whatever we have done,
It could have been one micron better?

Even if the hair on my head
Leaves for a new molecular life
I can rest in that.
Be content with that.

Some teachers say
Switch allegiance from "me" to "Thee"
But there are those who say
Not even that.