YOUR YES
We don't do well
in restaurants--not arguments
or recriminations--more
trying to keep the conversation
going, trying not to talk
about the sugar bowl.
We're fuck buddies--and
we do well that way--
no need to talk
in bed--bodies
articulate,
flesh willing to speak.
I need this. Your yes
makes me think I am not
just some guy in a suit
who loves the Velvet Underground;
your yes makes me
glad that the Red Roof Inn
is franchised in Pennsylvania:
light on our combined skin
is that of trucks pulling in,
wheels swinging into place.
Kenneth Pobo
KENNETH POBO was born in 1954 and grew up in Villa Park, Illinois. His poetry appears in numerous journals and anthologies; Indiana Review, Cream City Review, Maryland Poetry Review, Colorado Review, and Mudfish among them. Author of ten chapbooks, his first full-length collection, A Season in My Garden, was recently released by Higganum Hill Books. His chapbook, "Cicadas in the Apple Tree," was named a winner of that year's Palanquin Press chapbook competition. Pobo teaches English at Widener University in Pennsylvania. He shares his life with his partner Stan and two cats, Preston and Margot. This is his second appearance in The Adirondack Review.
