Here's the piece:
I light up when she looks at me, her eyes intent and direct and piercing my face as though I've the answers she's sought her entire life.
But then, like that, her attention switches. To paper, to people, to anything that comes through the door.
It tires me, this back and forth. Sometimes I close my eyes and dream of when her attention will return. I only desire to give her what she wishes, the window to a world beyond her wildest imagination.
So when her eyes return, urgently seeking, I leap to action. Our relationship is futile. I will always deliver once I'm turned on; she always is seeking just one thing.
And after she finds it? I get so turned off.
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What am I?
Light switch? Or maybe a drunk person at Malone's.
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