I am online,
and I have so many account names
I don’t know which one is me.

So who am I?

On Gmail, I try to be myself,
reduced to bits, words, images.

On Twitter,
I flitter about
always tweeting
always listening.

What am I?

On Facebook,
I am a highly evolved
social animal.

On Instagram,
I post my best photos.
Look how
attractive
fun loving
well dressed
I am!

Who am I?

On YouTube,
I watch interesting and important videos,
so I can feel like that sort of person.

On Vine,
I post crazy antics,
silly stunts,
witty clumps of words.
I count my views,
and judge myself.

Who am I?

On the New York Times
I am anonymous,
wearing a grey hat,
using computer tricks
to sneak in
without spending money.

Who is that?

On Hello Poetry,
I try to be the clever fool,
daft and canny.
I write what I feel,
but push the words away
from myself,
into the empty space
between my computer
and yours.

Where am I?

and Who am I?

Online,
I have a hundred faces,
so I have none.