Commitment Phobe

G-Shock speaks with

electronic beeps

hourly reminders of tired bodies

lacking

i lay

in artificial blue TV glow

as i wait to quench

alarm clocks thirsty beacon

with snooze

stark white reality like

bed sheets

and popcorn ceilings

unconscious embrace of extremities

mimic tableware

reverie

in her touch

her passion

her love

her smell lingers

in nostrils

not really awake

or asleep

i feel safe

too safe

that's what i tell

myself

but nothing ever last

for me