Fine Flu Journal Fine Flu Journal- june 2014 | Page 7

KENNETH POBO
HUBBUB

“I fear hubbub” Emmy Bridgwater

In our kitchen you think you’re opening
a jar of your mother’s tomato soup.

A hairy Pandora, this is
your moment to release a hubbub.

We argue until silence brings in the paper
it reads while sniffing burnt toast.
Conversation drops out
of our mouths like teeth. Soon we
just make sounds since words cut

our lips. Hubbub kicks over a pail
of dirty water. Peace clicks its tongue
but we don’t let it in. The kitchen
sneaks off with the den. We’re left

in the nowhere of middle looking out
at two distances that chafe

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