Pigment
Blue They say the Devil owns all blues, transcendental dream-shaded: indigo heavier than cat-gut when the moon is preening. Cobalt homespun in Zaire, the country itself an outline of monopoly lacking palate. Belly-color blue. They say Picasso played the Devil’s game because he couldn’t afford red paint. My woman’s slept-in hair can be blue. Mid-squawk […]