L a u r a W e t h e r i n g t o n & H a n n a h E n s o r —

Feel Piece 7

This piece is part of what I think

but not it all. I am often surprised when I begin

to find that I do have something / I do have

what I think. I’ll tell you I don’t think

anything there. I’m wrong.

Feel Fragments II

i.

It’s been forever since I’ve seen a mountain

Yesterday I dreamt I was home

The toddler woke at midnight chanting “banana”

until he ate one

So many of these moments

I will never remember

even if I write them down

even, sometimes,

when I read them again

Who was that?

What was she thinking?

Some memories are for now and some are underwater.

I keep

forgetting today

ii.

What comes to mind when I say enemy. Can I iconography my way

out of this. Centrifugal. The lag and the simultaneity. Where is “low.”

Is there a color. What first comes to mind. I’ll get some candy.

iii.

In this scene I am the bitch because I’m panting and because I am

the orange light I’ve always wanted to dapple. I’ve been the runt, been the

open palm, been the dancing child, been the mom come to take a thing away.

What kind of thing? The lighter on the stove, the one time I was wrong, the smooth skin

that doesn’t wear down. Doesn’t take the shape of me. Warms.

People called me a rock and what they meant was warming.

iv.

quiet is a fieldwork

v.

becoming a better person is a lifework

vi.

I was sitting all crooked

I was sitting My hips

I was sitting anything good

I was sitting on the step

I was sitting talking about Puritans and Prigs again

I was sitting with you

tourist in my own shelter

I was sitting the reason

I was sitting tight shoulder

I was sitting too tight today

I was sitting slept alone, dreamless

I was sitting thought-labeling feelings

It’s no longer Wednesday

I was sitting the sparking-texts

the nature of that feeling

I was sitting the sparking-texts

while experiencing that spark

just the things that were sparked by

not letting it pass

When the spark is felt

my right eye still aflame

I was sitting the sparking-texts

When the spark is felt

all the clutter and the air

A cloud of air and with and hover

the light on the couch

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