Poetry / Jessica (Tyner) Mehta

There are times I want to say Nevermind, cut
it off before the spread goes someplace dangerous.
Not because I was wrong, not because the act
wouldn’t take a longsword to my insides
or because love wanes, like it’s as flippant
as the moon. But because one day,
one of us will miss this. One
of us will grapple at memories and stifling
air. Just one of us will make a grab
for the good side of the duvet, claim victory
over the last wilted tortilla. And I know
it will be me. It’s what I owe, what
I inked my name in stinky desperation
for all those years ago. You’ll go first and I—
I will happily go second. Pick up the crumbs,
the left behinds, the love still gooey
from groggy morning and late-late nights. This
is why I go on, why we go on, why I’m poised
for the Seppuku that I begged hard,
busted kneed and blubber-drunk for.

Jessica (Tyner) Mehta is a Cherokee poet, novelist, and storyteller. She’s the author of five collections of poetry including the forthcoming Constellations of My Body, Secret-Telling Bones, Orygun, What Makes an Always, and The Last Exotic Petting Zoo as well as the novel The Wrong Kind of Indian. She’s been awarded the Barbara Deming Memorial Fund Prize in Poetry, and numerous poet-in-residencies posts, including positions at Hosking Houses Trust and Shakespeare Birthplace Trust in Stratford-Upon-Avon, England, Paris Lit Up in France, and the Acequia Madre House in Santa Fe, NM. Jessica is the owner of a multi-award winning writing services business, MehtaFor, and is the founder of the Get it Ohm! karma yoga movement.