A Human Machine. Self Portrait.

Coach says I am like a machine.
I generously oil start my engine
so friction wheels— acceleration

I am a strange strange machine
to eat udon noodles in a race,
to finish just after it has ended

At night, I re-search my data
my battery dances graphs

Seldom, I follow my program
then a burst— echo echo trance
the stop button mazes my inners

As data deltas, my circuits 
beautifully sweat—clean roads

Days— my program vomits out
How can a machine lose its—.

— Jessica Hu