I do, I don't

That stare, once reserved for zoning out before TV screens, now annexes a feeling somewhere at the intersection of waiting and not waiting. When will the baby cries come? How hard will it press on my nerves? Should I move or not move a muscle? That effort of fortification, knowing that you have to pass through storms to get back to the blinding sun. That feeling, transmuted into a lovely pop song.

Anna Domino — Everyday, I Don't