Tonight,
slicing ginger,
I think about
not thinking
about the news,
how I would then
sit down
at dinner
and look
around the table
at my family
and enjoy
this peanut sauce
on brown rice,
and for a while
I am two women
in one skin—
one who stews
about the supreme court,
one who thrills
in the hot pepper oil,
the way it blazes
on the tongue.