Poem Beginning with a line of pessoa’s / kenneth pobo

“It’s raining.  Nothing in me feels…”

so terrible.  For my grouchy aunt

life was one long complaint.  I wanted her

to shut up at family parties.  She built


darkness in her chair.  Now I miss her. 

She was tired, like the road

in front of my house

holding up trucks and rainstorms. 

Kenneth Pobo has a book of prose poems forthcoming from Clare Songbirds Publishing House.  His work has appeared in: Hawaii Review, Nimrod, Mudfish, Colorado Review, and elsewhere.