body like my body

room-narrowing, world-
narrowing body

lose it down the ravine
my head, lose my footing

narrow bed, on our backs, backs
of hands, knuckles
peaks cotton-covered, palms
cupped towards the coarse

nothing yet nothing
like this, uphill mud hill
lose my footing, the stunned
lead weight of me

feeling toward the mud
the suction, nothing—

in the narrowing her
parents’ room a wall away
slips from our brains

body like my body
body unlike my body—

TARA E. JAY