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