Usual Morning

Kenneth Pobo

I get up, put the coffee on,
feed the cats, and pee.
A knock at the front door—

it’s Theodore Roethke,
fresh from death. Hello Theodore.
Hello Kenneth. We talk about
greenhouses. And waking up slow.
And do I know anyone who is lovely
in their bones. Yes, I do.
Many people in fact. My bones
creak. I tell him that death
makes him look refreshed,
no more sags and bags. He says
shedding the mortal coil
has some perks, but death
is like life. Only longer.
I offer him a geranium
which he puts his face in.

He disappears, half angel,
half joker, the sun
like a basket on his head.

Kenneth Pobo (he/him) is the author of twenty-one chapbooks and nine full-length collections. Recent books include Bend of Quiet (Blue Light Press), Loplop in a Red City (Circling Rivers), Lilac and Sawdust (Meadowlark Press), and The Book of Micah (Moonstone Arts). His work has appeared in North Dakota Quarterly, Asheville Literary Review, Nimrod, Washington Square Review, Mudfish, Hawaii Review, and elsewhere.