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 under
a high heel.
Kenneth Pobo won the 2011 qarrtsiluni chapbook contest
for Ice And Gaywings. Forthcoming is Save My Place from Finishing Line Press.
