Eduardo Martinez-Leyva

The Simple Hour

 

You left to be with the horses,

high-necked but bruised as midnight.

 

I counted every muscle on you, at least

when dreaming. In youth you were mistaken

 

for a mule, body lurching away

from excellence. You could have been

 

the herd’s head, the strongest bite

to bare the fields. I wanted more

 

for you. Come shape my stupidity again

as if there were feed enough

 

to keep you. Be like the moon,

serving her peasants the palest gold.

Eduardo Martinez-Leyva's poems have appeared in Assaracus, Apogee Journal, and Nepantla: A Journal for Queer Poets of Color. He received his MFA from Columbia University, where he was a teaching fellow. He grew up in El Paso, Texas and currently lives in New York City.
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