Moving Target Dindi
At high school parties I learned
the intimate secrets of avocado dip,
danced rarely, got by because kids
considered me nice, didn’t see
that I polished a pistol
behind my eyes. After graduation
I went to Nicolet Area Technical College
in Wisconsin, dropped out,
dropped back in, ended up in
Ann Arbor, had lots of lovers,
or did I? Maybe they were all
dreams. I cursed my bad luck—
surely someone will stay,
but I was a moving
target, saw women in Escanaba,
worn out from love and diapers.
Decades, an icy sidewalk undera high heel.
Kenneth Pobo won the 2011 qarrtsiluni chapbook contest for Ice And Gaywings. Forthcoming is Save My Place from Finishing Line Press.