In Siberia it got to be 100 degrees.
Permafrost keeps melting and
methane pours out, but it doesn’t stay
in Siberia, it hunts lungs all over

the globe. When Stan and I sit
on our porch talking about snazzy dahlias,
especially the crimson one, I think that
we’re breathing in our deaths,

our neighbors are breathing theirs in too,
our worldwide neighbors, same thing,
what we have in common.

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Kenneth Pobo has a new book forthcoming from Assure Press called Uneven Steven.  His work has appeared in or is accepted by: Atlanta Review, Philadelphia Stories, Sin Fronteras, The Queer South Anthology (Sibling Rivalry Press), and elsewhere.