It wasn’t me
I was still dead

When you thought you did not see me fall
It was because I hadn’t gotten here/ it was because  I was not here yet

I was eager to ****

Enough data to enjoy vicariously with strangers

A thousand sites to choose from

Decadence at my door step

No act a misconduct

I was ready to ****

But I wrote a poem instead .

We Have No Friend"