I’m incarnated as one short guy

typing responses I’d like to give

at the moment when the circuit

when word is required

I look and avert the eyes

not seeing not knowing

what face concerned looks over at me

then the blank stare

which hides any maelstrom

of many branched thoughts

that are twisting in

 my cerebellum

I like to be alone

And I like to have friends.

I want to be married.

I was once but then