Back in the Body
Body, why will you not house me.
I lean away from you, my leash.
When I jump, there is no certainty,
no superpower. If I cloak myself
in sweat, will I be sealed in,
Saran-wrapped. Can’t my bones
be closer to the surface so I can
burrow beneath them, speech bubble
sucked back in, anchor crawling
back to the boat, hoisting itself back
over the edge, panting, dripping.