Every Tuesday when I can I go to Roxlyn’s yoga class
a few blocks away at the JCC. I try not to think about anything else
except Roxlyn’s yoga class when I’m there.
Not the piles of everything to take to housing works not the manuscript
belonging to Someone Else sitting on my desk to edit not what a good writer
Tessa Hadley is not the Hilma Klimt show not ordering a new Peppa Pig bathing suit
for my granddaughter not who I want to be the Democratic nominee
not what Kamala said about Socialists not whether Netanyau will
go to jail not the New Sanctuary Writing class not whether we should go to Ferryman
tonight because there are tickets on TDF not why I am not a successful meditator
not going to the Caribbean for four or five days not aging or friends
or any body part or gluten or birthdays not setting up readings for poetry month
or when I can find time to watch The Big List or Peter’s Movie and Peter’s Next Movie
and my book and my next book and any other class except Roxlyn’s right now.