I wish I were a machine, for machines never tire
or cry or feel alone.
A machine with capacitors that discharge effortlessly
instead of a heart so broken that each beat hammers
painfully in my chest, only to be followed by another.
I would have oscillators instead of a voice,
so that which should not be said shall remain forever silent
and oscillators can harmonize beautifully without intent .
I need transducers instead of fingers
for they can still relate presence without the hurtful longing
for those touches that will never come.
I wish I were a machine so that memories could be wiped clean,
all shame forgotten, all desire erased,
and loneliness made irrelevant.