Kenneth Pobo

Wandawoowoo Crumbs

She eats crumb cake,
a cinnamon map of her childhood,
her dad off that map. Mom
is dead

center. She smelled of cinnamon
from baking—or gin.
The Gilbey’s bottle released
a genie who put her to bed.

Wandawoowoo’s fork scrapes
the plate—she won’t miss
a single crumb.
A firefly, a gold cigarette,
lights up just outside
the window. Loss

tastes sweet, too sweet.
She eats way too much.

Kenneth Pobo has a new book out from Circling Rivers called Loplop in a Red City. In addition to PPR, his work has appeared in: Hawaii Review, Philadelphia Stories, Caesura, Mudfish, and elsewhere.

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