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Spring/Summer 1995, Volume 12.2

Poetry

 

Kenneth Pobo


Kenneth Pobo teaches English at Widener University in Pennsylvania. His work has appeared in
Colorado Review, Nimrod, Dalhousie Review, New Mexico Humanities Review, among others. His chapbook of poems, Yes: Irises, was published by Singular Press in 1992.

 

Kitchen Silences

In the dark kitchen,
you say it's time for bed.
I don't speak.
Instead I get out a spiral
notebook, pour a glass of water,
and write all night long,
nothing dramatic, just long
rambling notes. The kitchen
understands, comforts like water
after running. I think of you in bed,
curled into a spiral,
beautiful, unable to speak

except in dreams which speak
clearly but not very long.
Over our house the spiral
galaxy's a star-baking kitchen.
Lonely, I feel like a riverbed
dry in August. I need a water

touch alone can't give, water
to nurture dry places. I won't speak
about this when you're out of bed.
Sometimes I long
to tell you things only the kitchen
hears or a spider plant's tender spiraló

again I spiral
into myself, dam up the water
and smell kitchen
spices. The page listens, can't speak;
that's why paper and I get along,
why words surprise like a bed

of roses. When I'm ready for bed
you're at work. We spiral
out from each other, take long
walks alone, night air like seawater. 

Sometimes our silences speak
like bombs, but we have our kitchen

summit, go along with each other, water
spiraling down the sink, then speak
of going to bed but staying in the kitchen.

 

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