Waiting for the Waiting to Cease
Strange bundle of moods. Raw emotion.
Maybe a mundane story can explain the catalog of feelings— surging up to the surface of the skin. Wanting to shift towards more optimistic, creative, expressions. Focus on the positive.• Brendan practices unbuttoning and buttoning my work shirts. He almost has the method down, the motions of both hands going in opposite directions, taking the coin-shaped disk and slipping it under, then, through the fabric.
He prefers me in casual pullover clothes— he dislikes shirts with buttonholes because they signify “work” and an absence of a parent's presence. T-shirts mean chases around the room. Horseplay. Building caves out of furniture cushions. Walking to the park.
Maybe a mundane story can explain the catalog of feelings— surging up to the surface of the skin. Wanting to shift towards more optimistic, creative, expressions. Focus on the positive.
He prefers me in casual pullover clothes— he dislikes shirts with buttonholes because they signify “work” and an absence of a parent's presence. T-shirts mean chases around the room. Horseplay. Building caves out of furniture cushions. Walking to the park.
• 127/ Watching the clock tick forward. Waiting for sleep. Waiting to wake up. Waiting for the waiting to cease. Waiting for the constellation of Orion to pull forward, above the horizon. Waiting for the iris blossoms to open, to break free of the stalk, to expand. Waiting for the moon. The sea. Acknowledgment.
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