This is cognitive avoidance;
I need you to fill me in
I already spend one waking hour
of every day with my eyes closed
So you ask, offended,
why I put in extra time when you’re around
I already give you six hundred reminders
every hour of our transience
as if I don’t miss enough in my
nine hours spent with my eyes closed
Alertness interrupted by latency,
or bored out of mine or someone else’s tree?
The gas and oil in the machine,
clogged up by a single phrase:
When you recharge your batteries,
you aren’t missing anything.
When I blink too much,
kiss me until I am paying attention