Demands Poem by anais vionet

Life is a series of demands. Hurry up, perform.
Do your homework, write a paper, oh and read 300 pages,
get in those volunteer hours, grab those lab credentials.
I get busy, caught up in projects and I forget stuff
like dinnertime, peeing before it's an emergency,
or like calling you - last night.
On vacation I'm unplugged, I'm avoiding focus,
I'm not paying attention, my mind's wandering.
I'd want you less if it were required by law.
I imagine your huge, brown saucer eyes
exhibiting a wounded, blaming expression and I can't.
Maybe there's a biological explanation, yes, that's it,
I'm missing an enzyme, I have a glandular disorder
that prevents long distance relationships from working.
No, not work - It can't be work - it should be exciting.
Is it a crime to want some time off from pressure?
I'm not asking for a pony.
Just a sabbatical couple of weeks away from obligations.
I felt so guilty that I went to Karen (Lisa's mom) about it.
We talked for over an hour, she's so smart, I love her.
She reminded me about the recent lockdowns
and how years of skyping and remote learning
might affect (dull-down) a long-distance romance.
I told her what you said, about my sinatra psyche
and she said although I seem absurdly secure,
I'm probably still figuring things out - and that's ok.
There's really no substitute for talking to a mom.
I called you - and left a message - I hope you understand.
I turned my phone off - for now.