by Ralph Adamo
issue 62
The moon is blue
I sense myself thought of
(by you, you) —
derangement, chance, dreaming,
quoting despised old teachers in a pinch —
[why impecunious is Latin]
so sometimes I miss being devoured —
having to hold my own face in my own hands
sitting in just a chair on planet earth
aware of the local breezes, sure, able
to able to able to able to
[a word in Latin]
blue vaguely
old knot in an old throat