By Hannah Ensor and Laura Wetherington In meditation my thought-labeling has gotten more specific: raging. capital. scheming. What is the nothingness before the storm? I have tried to be tzim tzum. I have tried to forget the word MARTYR. So many parts of my life are like that, like when the thought comes and I keep it inside. I’m a deep kettle whistle. I see what you mean about the sun being sharp. My explanation for why is under-scientific. Laughing forms kinship. Laughing is a way to say I hear you. Or here we are. Sitting in a room creates a room that we carry with us. It can be big, if you like. It can hold your friends. Some feelings are for now and some feelings are for later. I believe we can queer each other through listening. I keep forgetting today. Did you get my letter? My throat closed and I put brackets around it. I can’t help but notice how many of my feelings are about thinking.
Copyright © 2019 by Hannah Ensor and Laura Wetherington. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 11, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.