Written with a Pencil Found in Lorine Niedecker’s Front Yard

By David Trinidad

Bewitched
the boys were out
in force

Drunken-
ness and lust

—and full moon
bouncing back
and forth that
black

above the bars

*

Last night
it burned
cigarette

tip
thru old
blanket

hole-punched
gray paper
sky

Tonight it
outright
blinded

One headlight
or drive-in sci-fi
eye

*

I’ve been
alone
long enough

Even the moon
wears a ring

and is full