The funny thing about the speaker of "Keeping Things Whole" is that he clearly states who he is, but it's always defined by what he's not. Although we don't get a ton of details about this guys, we get a clear, frightening portrayal of how he feels about existing in the world. His isolation from the world creates a sense of being two things at once: absent and present. He seems trapped in this cycle, and although we never get his identity in the sense of his physical appearance, the speaker uses some pretty tricky poetry moves to create a sense of his presence, er, absence, well, both, his non-place in the world, and that goes deeper than any profile picture on Facebook ever could.
Remember that frightening detail from movies about how vampires don't have reflections? Well, enter our speaker, and although he isn't sucking blood or growing fangs, his identity is totally defined by not being there. Spooky, no?
Please welcome on my right, I mean my left, wait, I can't find him, the speaker of this poem whose identity is non-existent because he only defines himself by what he is not, rather than what he is.