Greedy

I am greedy for information.

I scroll,

until my brain aches and bursts; stuffed full.

I wake up and feel parched.

I snack on Tweets. 

Sweet fistfuls of popcorn,

finished before the film even starts.

Op-eds and stats I can’t recall at the crucial moment, 

in a heated four-beers-down brawl.

Consume this much,

and forget what the best mouthfuls

were about.

It’s only in the shower,

or savasana 

that the best stuff finds it way back 

out.