I like the world you've crafted here, i like the whole fragmentation-of-the-body schtick, i like the cadence of things that clips along just briskly enough for me to be interested but dwells long enough on the scenery to matter. i am, however, left very unconvinced by the end. im not sure if the directedness of the sentiment, from one party to another, "i love you", is a natural conclusion of the very interior, very restless, self-to-self-to-claustrophobic world you've created in the rest of the poem. i think this poem really wants to say something else, some lucid truth, but ends up defaulting on what 'sounds' right: "i'm lonely, i'm a robot gf, i love you". i don't think that needs to be the natural end of the piece. i think the end you are trying to find is still somewhere out there, in cyberspace, in the body, in the humming flesh. i hope you find that end.