Meditation is Like Kissing in That I Don’t Know What to Do With My Hands by Sarah Iqbal
I ready myself for a tectonic shift—
some people call these ‘goosebumps,’ but I know
that they are the movements of a little soul person
carrying my suitcases up the attic ladder
and when he asked me what it was that I did with my body,
I told him it was being dry-cleaned
and that I would wear it, tomorrow
and when he asked me what was
in all of those suitcases, I told him, birds
and the things that make them fly.
Sarah Iqbal is a poet from Queens, New York. She is an MFA candidate in poetry at Cornell University, and has work published in Great Ape, Ambush Review, and NYSAI, among others. Her poem, “My Muslim Father Seizes the Thing on My Nightstand,” was featured on MasterClass as part of Billy Collins’ course on poetry.
Posted on September 20th 2023