If you squeeze your thighs together
you can make them smaller. Erosion
of the body, voluntary erosion, carving
out the smaller you, the slim, green shoot
protruding from the garlic clove, running
through its core. While leading me through
a gym, trying to sell me a membership,
the sales rep was stumped. You mean,
you don’t want to lose any weight,
she kept confirming, aghast, like
zero pounds, like no weight at all.
Lady, I thought, let’s not plot to banish
my flesh. A body will wander from itself,
ascend, return, and wander off again.