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Gladly Stolen by Kenneth Pobo

How can love be stolen?

It’s not like a pie

when the thief comes by

and grabs it when the widow

is downstairs pulling laundry

from the dryer—or


is it? You stole me

from my life of everyday

will be like everyday until I die.

I hadn’t locked up my heart—

you took it and ran. Maybe


I stole yours too. You said

you thought of your life then

as a tip left on a table.

I scooped up the dough

and said let’s go. Out for pie.

Which we did, red cherries

and a flaky crust. It still is,


27 years later,

warm from the oven,

ice cream melting on top.


Kenneth Pobo has a new book forthcoming from Clare Songbirds Publishing House called The Antlantis Hit Parade. His work has appeared in: Hawaii Review, Amsterdam Review, The Queer South Anthology, Nimrod, and elsewhere.

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