Wandawoowoo Wheezing
Kenneth Pobo
At parties Aunt Carla
was like a tea kettle
that someone forgot to turn off,
a whistle wheeze seizing
the couch. Usually I kept quiet.
Silence, a swing that I made
go higher and higher until
my feet kicked low-flying clouds.
One Christmas
I overheard Aunt Carla
tell my two other aunts
that I was dumb as turnip. True,
school felt like a shoe mom kept
trying to fit me into. All
I felt was the pinch. Mistakes
make me. Aunt Carla never
admitted to any. Relieved
when she died,
I avoided her funeral,
which I regret now
that I sound like the kettle,
wheezing, my nephews
running away.
Kenneth Pobo had a new book out in 2015 from Urban Farmhouse Press called Booking Rooms in the Kuiper Belt. His work has appeared in: West Branch, Philadelphia Inquirer Magazine, Philadelphia Stories, Hawaii Review, and elsewhere.
My favorite in this edition of WF.
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