Homesick (Just for Juan)

My heart

is moored

in Charlotte

and cramps

like overworked

calves

stuck

in a place

thousands

and thousands

and thousands

of miles

away

no closer

than

the moon

surely

it beats

but only

by half

the other

half

beats

where he

is or

they

are

a metronome

at half

speed

longing

replaces

breath

squeezing

my chest

like a heavy

rock

tears roll

down

like opaque

avalanches

wetting

old

yellowed

photographs

of sunny

days

when we

smiled

and danced

in

moonlight

Teach Me

Teach me

how to spy

on you

with just

the corner

of one

eye

Teach me

how to whisper

in a way

only you

will hear

Teach me

to speak

in humid

growls

Teach me

to explore

the ridges

of your flanks

the pools

of your

clavicle

the piano

keys

of your chest

Teach me

to know

you

like I

know

the moon

and stars

Teach me

like I’m

a failing

pupil

tutor

me

Tiny Soldiers

I’ve met men

taken them

out of a cigar box

like tiny toy

soldiers

arranged

them by height

and position

I make up stories

about battles

and barracks

I manipulate

them sending

them to battle

in my honor

they fight

for me

these men

and never tire

until I place

them back

into their cigar

box waiting

for the next assault

or meeting

or date