My body in love with my body honeys my body to sleep;

melatonin-soaked, heart slowing to a molasses drip.

My body in love with my body, says to my body, “get up,”

sways my body to bachata, then reggae, splits the difference,

mesmerizes in the quiet hiss of wheels kissing asphalt,

sips sunlight like tonic, turns it into serotonin

and pumps it through my body’s veins. My body

in love with my body, tightropes all five grocery bags

up the stairs in a single trip, muscle fiber

by delicate muscle fiber, sugars my body brimming

with peaches and plantains and too many sour straws.

Regrets it. My body in love with my body mistakes an almond

for the enemy, turns that gut feeling into histamine,

threatens to flood my body shut. My body in love with my body

forgives my body. Sutures up the cat’s scratches.

Eats bacteria alive and reaps my body the rewards.

My body in love with my body is a treatise

embedded in thirty trillion cells, is a rogue division

with the best intentions, is an army of lung and limb

and all the things it takes to keep a body going.