I am online:

a fizzing, crackling data source,

visible for miles on this blue-skied day. 

With every page,

every click,

every swipe,

every screen-touch,

I emit my data smoke signals,

though which you can

(if you want)

track my movements.

And when I write,

I bare my soul,

my thoughts trackable

through every key stroke. 

My insertions and deletions, 

accepted and rejected suggestions

are an open map of my uncertainties

and commitments,

through which you can 

(if you want)

unravel the knots

that hold this jury-rigged story

together.