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[brandontoh]

Still not sure what flips your switch
Funny the years have left few hints
Or maybe I just can’t believe
It’s me void of things labeled She -- You did mention wanting to know how it can flow better, so here's my take on it. Trying making it sound more personal. The way it sounds now is too impersonal for my taste. For example:

What flips your switch?
Year after year I still wonder.
Did I never qualify
To be what you labeled 'She'?

It's not very good, but I hope you get what I'm saying.

No more than curves and skin
Or bigger than that empty space
Slots labeled A for tab B
Electrons fly frantic for charge -- I like the first 2 lines, they work great. However I don't really get the last 2 lines, and they sort of break away from the imagery.

Like bulbs that all glow
One light’s as good as the next
Would you try out each one
If fortune gave up some chance? -- Try rephrasing some lines so they're not as 'telling'. For example:

All bulbs glow,
Shines indistinguishable.
One by one,
Grab the chance, try them out.

It's like leaving room for imagination. Hope my example is good enough to depict that. =/

Slow screw them with tender touch
Inside the wanting ceiling socket -- The 'the' can be removed.
Which filament shines brightest?
Is incandescent the same as fluorescent? -- This stanza is my favourite. It works really well and connects well with the rest of the poem.

Observe and report
Yes, all the same parts
No reservation required
For a place in your heart

Hope I'm of help. =)
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Would love any feedback on this one as I've hit my usual spot of uncertainty. Thanks in advance!

Best,
Mona