so many layers happening simultaneously; you’d think the psychological community would come up with an appropriate term.
multiple emotionality, many feelinged experience, merged emotional expressions, simultaneous emotional implosion?
but for right now, layers it is.
I fill the tub with steaming hot water, pour in the lavender epsom salts.
he texts me, can you go pick up my package? I missed it again.
haven’t seen him in 2 weeks. My son, who’s moved over to his dad’s.
out I go…dry off…side glance look at the water…already cooling down.
I don’t drain it.
It’s a beautiful five p.m. drive
oh, the layers, right.
buying a house which flows in to talk of second marriages for us both.
hand sewn garment filled with the last 2 months of layers.
almost a year since my last drink.
i’m sure buddha gets it.
he said, (not buddha) the patriarchal chart is more important. I thought, oh really?
and i write the matriarchal lineage back to earliest centuries.
I’m copying words “exactly”….i write the word matter as mother. Tempted to leave it; i change the o to an a, and the h to another t.
It’s alright, I know it’s mother underneath.
draining out the cold parts, re-filling with new hot parts.
like a puzzle taken apart upon completion; thrown up in the air.
we’ll see how the layering falls. perhaps none at all-
experience here, feeling there, emotion(s) all around.
This may very well be joy.