Two Poems
Michael Ogletree


The body forgets us,
light slipping like gristle
between its teeth.

From where the curve leads,
do we trust our monkey toes?

Without a Ship

Captain, these days I find you
incomprehensibly demoralized.

You lurk the beaches idle.
Your resolve is gummy, your tooth
is pyrite. I've seen you steer the helm
into crags with complete abandon.

The war is over. We can go home now.